Cecilia's pov
I woke slowly, my head fuzzy and pounding just enough to make me hate myself.
The ceiling above me wasn't familiar.
This wasn't my room.
Panic flared, sharp and immediate.
Before I could do more than grip the sheets tighter, I heard footsteps.
I turned my head--and nearly choked.
Sebastian stepped out of the walk-in closet, fully dressed in a deep navy three-piece suit that looked like it had been tailored by a god and paid for in blood.
He looked like he belonged on the cover of GQ, not in the same room as me--bed-headed, hungover, and very much wearing nothing but a robe.
Wait.
Scratch that. I was the one in the robe.
A thick, plush hotel-grade one that definitely wasn't mine.
"...Morning," I croaked, my voice embarrassingly rough.
"Morning," he replied, calm a
