*Roanne's POV*
The throb behind my eyelids was a relentless drum, pounding in sync with the pulse that hammered at my temples. I groaned, an involuntary sound that felt alien to me, as my mind fought to surface from the depths of a murky ocean. My tongue felt swollen, heavy against the dry roof of my mouth.
"Water..." The word scraped out, barely audible.
"Here." The voice cut through the fog, and I blinked open my eyes to see Aaron, his silhouette blurred against the stark light filtering through the blinds.
"Thanks," I rasped, accepting the glass with trembling hands. The liquid coolness was a lifeline as it slid down my parched throat.
"Slowly," he instructed, a note of command threading his tone—a subtle reminder of the power play always present.
I squinted at him, the action pul
