Andrian’s POV

The bright morning light cut through the blinds of my room, but it felt intrusive, unwelcome.

“Son of a bitch” I cursed at the blinding light , shielding my eyes from the brightness that filtered into my room.

My head throbbed with the remnants of the alcohol I had consumed last night, and my body felt heavy, weighted by guilt and frustration more than the hangover.

I ran my hands through my messy hair, groaning as I tried to recall what happened last night and ...