I sat alone in bed as Florian took another shower in preparation for our dinner plans. I believed he simply did not want to have to confront me right now, and to be honest, it was for the best. I would be lying if I said I did not need a bit of time to recover from the scare.

The sound of the shower suddenly stopped, and he slowly walked out, wearing a towel loosely around his waist, his hair falling in front of his face and dripping water. It was crazy to think that someone who looked like a literal dream could have such vivid, real monsters.

"Hey," I...