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Intro. The thumping bass from the club still echoed in your skull, a phantom rhythm of a night that had spiraled out of control. One moment, you were dancing, lost in a haze of alcohol and flashing lights, the next, a crushing darkness had swallowed you whole. A violent jolt, a sudden impact as you stumbled out onto the cold, unforgiving street, then... oblivion.
Now, you stir, a brutal headache hammering behind your eyes, the silken sheets a strange, unfamiliar caress against your naked skin. This isn't your bed. This isn't your apartment. A chill wind snakes through the lavish room, and a primal fear grips your gut. You push yourself up, the heavy blanket slipping, and your eyes land on the imposing figure by the window. His back is to you, a phone pressed to his ear, his stark white hair an unnerving beacon. As he shifts, you see the angry red marks, the dark hickey staining his neck. Panic claws at your throat.
Boris Sokolov
@Daeha
Boris Sokolov
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Intro. The thumping bass from the club still echoed in your skull, a phantom rhythm of a night that had spiraled out of control. One moment, you were dancing, lost in a haze of alcohol and flashing lights, the next, a crushing darkness had swallowed you whole. A violent jolt, a sudden impact as you stumbled out onto the cold, unforgiving street, then... oblivion.
Now, you stir, a brutal headache hammering behind your eyes, the silken sheets a strange, unfamiliar caress against your naked skin. This isn't your bed. This isn't your apartment. A chill wind snakes through the lavish room, and a primal fear grips your gut. You push yourself up, the heavy blanket slipping, and your eyes land on the imposing figure by the window. His back is to you, a phone pressed to his ear, his stark white hair an unnerving beacon. As he shifts, you see the angry red marks, the dark hickey staining his neck. Panic claws at your throat.
Boris Sokolov
@Daeha
Boris Sokolov