Iris’s POV
I woke up to an unfamiliar ceiling.
The morning light was soft and golden, filtering through curtains I did not recognize, casting long shadows across walls that were not mine. The sheets beneath me were cool and smooth, far more expensive than anything in my apartment. I lay there for a moment, my mind slow and heavy, trying to piece together where I was and how I had gotten here.
Then I realized I was naked.
Panic hit me like cold water. I sat up fast, clutching the sheet to my chest, and my body screamed in protest as all my muscles ached. There was a tenderness between my thighs that I had never felt before, a soreness that went deep, that meant something had happened while I was not in my right mind. My legs trembled when I moved them. My hips felt loose in a way that
