Neo's POV
Neo woke up in the morning with a groan.
Every muscle in his body protested as he moved, and a dull soreness lingered everywhere. He stared at the ceiling for a few seconds, letting the fog clear from his head.
Then he looked down at himself.
Scratches covered his skin. Love bites marked his neck and shoulders. Kiss marks were scattered everywhere, leaving very little unclaimed space.
He let out a long sigh.
"At least I'm alive," he said with a wry smile.
That alone felt like an achievement.
He carefully got out of bed and stretched, feeling the tension ease just a little. Before he could move further, Elizabeth's voice came from outside the room.
"Neo, take a bath. Breakfast will be ready by the time you're done."
"Okay," he replied without much thought.
He headed into the bathroom, washed up, and tried not to think too hard about the previous night.
After freshening up, he left the room and walked toward the dining area next to the open kitchen.
