The light in Yu's room was soft, filtered through the pale curtains, warm against Adrian's tattooed shoulders as he stirred awake. A low hum of sound greeted him—gentle, coaxing words, Yu's hand brushing along his arm.
"Adrian, wake up. Come on."
Yu whispered, a small smile tugging at his lips as if the night before hadn't shattered him.
Adrian blinked, bleary, his muscles stiff and aching but not unbearable. The first thing he registered wasn't his soreness—it was Yu's smile, close enough to feel the warmth of his breath. He sat up slowly, the sheets falling from his chest. Everything looked normal. Yu looked normal. But nothing felt normal.
His gaze flicked around. The room. Not his own. Yu's.
A thread of confusion tugged.
'Why am I here?'
