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I slowly drifted back to consciousness, like breaking through the densest fog imaginable, the kind that seems to cling to every thought and makes my limbs feel heavy and unresponsive.
A dull ache pulsed in my head, reminiscent of the worst hangover I'd ever had after one of those wild as fuck nights at the club where drinks flowed too freely and good choices were nowhere to be found.
I yawned and stretched on the incredibly soft bed beneath me, expecting to feel Xavier's familiar warmth beside me, his strong arm often thrown protectively over my waist during those lazy mornings in the mansion.
Instead, I found only cool, empty sheets, and a flicker of confusion stirred in my chest.
Huh? What's happening?
