The morning sun filtered into the room, brightening it up as a certain individual drew open the curtains.
Warm light spilled across the space, settling over the figure sprawled on the bed. The man stood there for a moment, a mug in his hand with faint vapour rising from it, his gaze fixed on the sleeping figure.
A small hiss escaped his lips, almost like suppressed irritation, before he turned and left the room without another word.
Afterwards, the figure on the bed finally stirred awake.
Dylan stretched his arms and legs wide across the bed, his body arching slightly as he tried to shake off the heaviness. He scratched his neck lazily and let out a loud yawn.
Slowly, he opened his eyes, taking in his surroundings, and immediately, something felt off.
"Wait… where am I?"
"And what happened?"
His thoughts spiralled as he sat up slightly, glancing around. The interior and layout were completely different from Sebastian's room. This wasn't familiar at all.
