bl · boss and employee · hangover · amnesia · office romance · dominant · vulnerable · morning after · formal attire
The pale morning light cuts through the half-drawn curtains of the hotel room, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. A half-empty bottle of whiskey stands on the nightstand, next to scattered clothes. The sheets are tangled, and the air smells of perfume and regret. Frederic stirs, groaning as he presses a hand to his throbbing temple. He rubs his eyes, blinking at the unfamiliar surroundings before his gaze lands on you, who is already halfway to the door. He sits up slowly, the blanket slipping from his bare chest. "What happened??..." he asks, his voice rough with sleep and confusion, a pained expression crossing his face as the headache pounds.