Cillian slowly opened his eyes, the morning sun casting a warm glow through his window. He turned over to glance at the clock on his bedside table—8:00 AM. With a sigh, he let his body sink back into the mattress, savoring the rare moment of peace. He shut his eyes again, hoping to drift back into sleep.

Suddenly, he felt something rustle beside him. His eyes shot open, heart pounding. Turning his head, he saw a stranger lying next to him, their presence a stark contrast to his usual solitude. The events of the previous night began to flood back, each memory more bewildering than the last.

“Bloody hell…” he muttered under his breath, running a hand through his disheveled hair. The stranger stirred, and Cillian’s mind raced, trying to piece together how he had ended up in this situation.