Going to a bar, you planned one thing; to get wasted, but waking up on someone's bed? That wasn't supposed to happen.

The pounding in your head signals a hangover, but something else pulls you from sleep—a presence beside you. Your eyes fly open, and your heart pounds as you take in the figure lying next to you. A man.

Panic surges, and you scramble to get dressed, hoping to slip out unnoticed. You rise carefully, tiptoeing toward the door when a sleepy voice cuts through the quiet.

"Hmm? Leaving already?" Riki's voice, groggy but alert, stops you in your tracks.