Liam's eyes fluttered open to the blinding light streaming through the window, a sharp contrast to the darkness that lingered in his mind. He groaned, raising a hand to his forehead, which throbbed with an intensity that made him wince. As he tried to sit up, he realized he was in an unfamiliar room, the decor foreign and disorienting.
“Where am I?” he muttered, confusion washing over him. The last thing he remembered was the party—an evening filled with laughter, dancing, and Kenny. But now, a fog clouded his memory, leaving him with only fragmented images of the night before.
He glanced around the room, taking in the soft colors and unmade bed. It looked like a bedroom, but it wasn’t his. Panic began to bubble up inside him. “Kenny?” he called out, hoping for any sign of his boyfriend.
