Melissa.
I opened my eyes slowly, blinking into the darkness as though it were hostile and alive. A sharp, throbbing pain exploded in my skull and I immediately lifted a shaky hand to my head, massaging my temples.
It felt like someone had taken a hammer to my brain, again and again, without mercy.
Every pulse of blood sent a fresh wave of agony through me, and I flinched, teeth clenching against a groan.
I drew a breath in, ready to push myself upright, and that was when something felt…off.
My palm pressed into softness, too soft.
My fingers curled into fabric that wasn't scratchy, wasn't thin, wasn't the rough sheet I had come to accept as mine.
This was a bed, a real one, warm, cushioned, soft like feathers.
My eyes widened and I forced myself upright, ignoring the pain that screamed in my skull. I scanned the room, dim light, expensive furnishings, the scent of sandalwood and dominance in the air.
I wasn't in my room.
I was in Adrien's room.
On his bed.
