Waking up your head was throbbing with a hang over, flashes of your crazy dream last night was playing on repeat in your head.

“Mmm” you mumbled tiredly burrying your face into the pillow when a raspy voice spoke up frightening you- your enemy Geto, topless in his tracksuit pants, chiseled arms and ripped torso on display sitting in your bed.

“Sleep well baby?” he asked smugly.