Klaus woke up with an intense headache that felt like it might shatter his skull.
"Fuck... I am not doing this shit ever again," Klaus groaned, slowly opening his eyes.
"Klaus!"
Of course, even without anyone telling him, he knew he was bound to wake up to the sound of a lady—or ladies—calling his name with worried expressions on their faces.
It's the rule; no one can change it. As someone born with celestial-level 'rizz,' it was only natural to get such treatment from the beauties.
Queenie and Ohema both called out. After all, he had been unconscious for a while.
It took him a couple of seconds to fully adjust his eyes to the light in the room. Then he turned toward the right side of the bed he was lying on. Ohema was holding onto his arm, refusing to let go.
