[City—Damien's Apartment—Morning, 7:02 AM]
The sunlight stabbed through the blackout curtains like it had a personal vendetta. Damien groaned, rolled over, and promptly fell off the bed with a THUD that could've registered on the Richter scale.
From the other side of the bed came Elle's groggy voice, muffled by a pillow. "Was that the sound of my billionaire boyfriend being murdered by gravity?"
Damien lay face-down on the floor, arm outstretched like a crime scene chalk outline. "Yes. Tragic death. Please write a moving eulogy. Something about how handsome I was in life, preferably."
Elle peeked over the pillow, hair sticking out in ten different directions, eyes half-closed. "Correction: annoying in life. Very, very annoying. Handsome only in certain lighting conditions."
