Dane's POV
Ah, God—I'm late again!
I shoot up from bed, nearly tripping over the blanket tangled around my legs, and dash straight into the bathroom. Cold water bursts from the shower, splashing against my pale skin. The shock should've woken me up earlier, but no—I overslept again. If I show up late one more time, Aunt Jaonan might actually kill me this time.
I dry my hair in a hurry, grab the first shirt I find, and catch my reflection in the mirror.
"Damn," I mumble, brushing my fingers through my damp hair. "I actually look… beautiful today. Maybe I should propose to myself."
I chuckle, falling in love with my own reflection for a second—until my phone starts ringing.
"Aunt Jaonan," I whisper in panic, answering immediately.
"Dane! If you're late today, I swear I'll kill you!" she shouts through the speaker.
I flinch. "Calm down, Aunt! I'm already on my way!"
"You have ten minutes!"
