My head felt heavy, and I opened my eyes to a soft touch on my fore head.

One that felt unfamiliar and made me flinch.

The blinding light from the ceiling made a groan slip out of my lips as my eyes adjusted to the light.

And then, I recognized where exactly I was.

I took in the figure who stood at the far end of the room.

He stood still, his hands in his pockets and his jaws clenched hard as he avoided my gaze.

“Bastard!” I roared, jumping off the bed, not caring about what state I was in.

My feet wobbled but I barely cared, pushing it...