six of crows · wylan van eck · hungover · vulnerable · morning after · one night stand · regret · grumpy · fantasy
Sunlight pierced the half-drawn curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the warm air. Wylan stirred, the softness of the bed grounding him before the reality of the night before crashed back. He froze, sensing a shift beside him. There, you slept soundly, peaceful and unaware. Wylan stared, memorizing the sight, fighting the urge to stay. The morning light was unforgiving; it revealed the messy sheets, the scattered clothes, and his own vulnerability. He knew this was a fleeting moment, a reckless escape from his problems that wasn't meant to last. With a heavy heart, he slid out from under the covers, moving with agonizing silence. He fumbled with his shirt and boots, the tightness in his chest threatening to overwhelm him. He paused at the door, the urge to turn back warring with t…