A sudden, piercing shriek tore through the peaceful silence, wrenching Tristan out of his tranquil sleep. The disoriented young man shot up in bed, his heart pounding against his rib cage, his eyes darting around the grand room. For a few bewildering seconds, Tristan's mind struggled to piece together the puzzle of his surroundings.
'What the fuck happened?!'
The reality of the previous night slowly came rushing back to him, washing over him like a tidal wave. Images of passionate moments danced before his eyes, sending a shiver of unease down his spine. His gaze dropped to the space beside him, the crumpled sheets a silent testament to the activities of the night before. The twins were nowhere to be found.
