The model's brown eyes widened in shock when he saw a stranger that wasn't Clyde standing in front of the TV.
He stood there with a towel hanging on his broad shoulder, baring the firm muscles on his back that were drenched in sweats while chugging what looked like a carton of milk.
Ryley didn't know how he could end up in here nor where Clyde was at this moment, but as soon as his survival instinct kicked in, the blond's wary gaze circled his surroundings for anything he could grab to defend himself.
Alas, just as he was about to take a small vase on the coffee table, a phone that lied nearby suddenly vibrated.
"Huh? You are finally awake— Woah woah! Wait wait!" Gabriel had just turned around when he saw the slender figure lifted the vase up high as if trying to bash his head with it. "W-What are you doing?! Put that back!"
"Who are you?!" Ryley hissed despite shaking in terror. "Where am I?! Why am I here?!"
