The afternoon sun streamed through the half-open blinds, cutting stripes of light across the messy room. The faint stench of alcohol and lingering lust hung in the air, a lingering testament to last night’s reckless abandon. On the bed, a young man of twenty-one stirred, eyelids heavy, the weight of a night spent chasing pleasure pressing down on him.
Beside him, a woman slept, her breath slow and even. He stole a fleeting glance at her, a mix of amusement and detachment dancing in his eyes. With a groan, he pulled himself out of the tangle of sheets, tugged on his trousers, and shuffled toward the hall.
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