Dragomir woke up with a smile. He stretched his arms and then realized that something was missing. The beautiful brunette lying on his chest the whole night was gone.
“Serafina?”
There was no answer. Alerted, he sat up on the couch and looked left and right. On the chair in front of him, a familiar brunette sat. However, this one was petite, while Rafina was tall. As the last vestiges of sleep left Dragomir, he realized that he was looking at Maria. Yes, that same one he was supposed to live with in one of Tartarus’ strange scenarios.
“W-where is Rafina?” he asked. He was pretty sure that he and Maria had never met in the real world, and yet there she was. Well, he was not in the real world yet, wasn’t he? Nope. Real or not, last night would be where he would rather be – as if it was
