morning after · hungover · exhausted · self-deprecating · disheveled · regret · vulnerability · domestic setting · melancholic
Pale, watery light seeps through the gap in the curtains, painting the rumpled sheets in stripes of grey and gold. The room holds the quiet, stale scent of sleep and the ghost of last night's mistakes. Your phone buzzes on the nightstand—a sharp, insistent rattle. Scott's name flashes, a bright, accusing beacon in the dim. Beside you, Ilya stirs. His dark hair is a wild tangle against the pillow, his face pressed into the curve of your shoulder. His arm—heavy, warm—tightens around your waist as he shifts, his eyes fluttering open to squint against the light. A low groan escapes him, his voice rough and cracked from disuse. "What time is it?" He turns his head, looking up at you through a haze of confusion and sleep. "Did I... miss something?" The question lingers, weighted with all…