Lor leaned over the sink, splashing cold water onto his face as if trying to drown the remnants of that bizarre dream.
A pink-glowing, cum-hungry spirit? Seriously? His brain was inventing new levels of insanity.
With a groan, he scrubbed his cheeks like he could scrub the image out of existence.
A low chuckle slipped out—equal parts amusement and unease.
"I need a goddamn exorcist," he muttered, pressing his fingertips to his temples.
In the mirror, his reflection smirked back at him: crooked, reckless, and far too entertained.
Today was supposed to be normal.
A holiday. No academy lectures, no training.
Sure, it was mildly depressing that he wouldn't get to ogle his big-breasted classmates or make out with his pervy drop-dead gorgeous girlfriend, Kiara… but still—a rare day off.
Simple. Peaceful. A chance to breathe.
He dried off with a scratchy towel and shuffled to the toilet.
