Stella waved him off, her hand slightly unsteady. "I'm not!" she insisted, her voice slightly louder than before. "Just leave the mess; I'll clean it later." She stumbled towards her room, leaving Tyros to survey the remnants of their evening – a testament to their late-night revelry.

Stella, her movements clumsy and uncoordinated, stumbled towards her bed. With a heavy sigh, she collapsed onto the mattress, her body sinking into the soft pillows. The room spun slightly, the familiar ...