one hundred and eleven

Dante's POV

As I slowly opened my eyes, a pounding pain throbbed through my head as if a heavy weight had been placed upon it. Confusion washed over me as I surveyed my surroundings. This room, it wasn't mine. Panic began to rise within me as I realized something was off.

I instinctively placed my hands on my head, hoping to alleviate the pain and make sense of the situation. The room was dimly lit, casting shadows that danced across the unfamiliar walls. And then, my gaze fell upon the figure lying next to me, covered in a blanket. It was Evelyn, and from what I could see, we were both unclothed.

A mix of shock, disbelief, and a tinge of embarrassment washed over me like a tidal wave. How did I end up here? What happened last night? Questions raced through my mind, each one adding to the pounding in my head.

I carefully observed Evelyn, her peaceful face illuminated by the soft light filtering into the room. It was clear that she was still asleep, unaware of the chaos swirling within