Bets, Beds and Treads || 18+

𝒗𝒊.

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𝗠𝗬 𝗘𝗬𝗘𝗦 𝗦𝗟𝗢𝗪𝗟𝗬 flutter open, my vision hazy and unfocused. The first thing I register is the dull, throbbing ache in my arm, like I'd been lying on it for hours. I blink, trying to shake off the drowsiness, and slowly lift my head, realizing I'm still at the library, slumped over a table with an open textbook beneath me.

Wait, did I... fall asleep?

I shift, wincing slightly as I straighten up, my arm and legs feeling numb. The library is eerily quiet, the kind of silence that feels heavier than usual.

The last thing I remember was skimming through pages of my textbook, determined to stay awake and study for that test. I had no idea I'd actually dozed off.

I glance around, disoriented, taking in the dimly lit rows of bookshelves that stretch endlessly into the shadows.

Then, my eyes settle on Reign, still seated at the windowsill. His posture hasn't changed-he's leaning against the window frame, one leg propped up, the other dangling lazily over the edge. There's still the book in his hand, but he's not reading it. Instead, he's staring out into the night, his face bathed in the soft, silvery glow of moonlight with the wind softly caressing his hair. The light catches the contours of his features, making him look almost ethereal, like he belongs in this quiet, shadowed corner of the library.

I blink, still groggy, and then it hits me.

It's night!

Panic jolts me awake, and I sit up straighter, almost knocking over the stack of books next to me.

His head turns slowly, almost lazily, and his eyes meet mine with a calm, steady gaze, as if he's been expecting me to wake up at any moment.

I shift, still trying to wrap my head around the situation, and ask, "How long was I out?"

He doesn't answer immediately. Instead, he closes his book with a soft thud, his fingers tapping lightly on the cover. "It's 7 pm."

"Seven?" I echo, my disbelief palpable. "I slept that long?"

"Apparently," he replies.

I stare at him, dumb-founded, then glance back at the darkened window. I was supposed to study, not take a nap. How could I have let this happen? And Reign just sat there, watching me sleep the whole time?

"What... why didn't you wake me?" I ask, still trying to process everything.

"I did," he says simply, like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

I blink at him, not following. "What do you mean, you did?"

Reign shifts, leaning back against the window, "You're not exactly the easiest person to wake up," he says, his tone casual, but there's a teasing edge to it.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He tilts his head, "You threatened to cut off my dick and feed it to me."

I blink, completely thrown. "I... what?"

"Yea," he says, nodding, like he's delivering a serious report. "You also called me a 'sleep-ruining menace' and threatened to bury me... under the depths. I don't know what that meant, but it didn't sound pleasant."

My face heats up instantly, and I gape at him. "You're lying," I stammer, cheeks blazing.

"Am I?" he counters, "I tried nudging your shoulder, and you swatted me away and muttered, 'Touch me again, you ugly troll, and I'll yeet you out the window.' Didn't feel like risking my life after that."