The morning sun filtered softly into the room, its light spilling across the bed and brushing against Dylan's face. Already half-awake, he shifted slightly in his sleep, turning over as his limbs stretched out lazily.
But then, something felt… off.
As he tried to move properly, his arms and legs responded more freely than he expected. A sudden panic surged through him, sharp and immediate, his heart kicking hard against his chest.
His eyes snapped open.
He shot upright on the bed, breathing unevenly as his gaze darted around the room, scanning every corner in a rush of confusion. The bed beneath him, the floor, the space around, and it was empty.
There was no one there but him.
"Don't tell me he bailed on me… just like that day…" Dylan muttered under his breath, his voice low but strained as his thoughts began to spiral.
That was exactly what he had been trying to avoid.
And yet, here he was again on the receiving end of it.
