THE DARK RESOLUTE

I opened my eyes to the bright morning sunlight. I was lying in white sheets, wearing a T-shirt and briefs. I can't remember how I ended up on the bed but I could remember what had happened the previous night and how everything suddenly became blurry and then, darkness. Which means that I could recall being in a white lace dress. Who helped me change my dress? The dark lord?

In order to do that, he’d have to first remove the lace dress. And that meant he saw me naked again in a vulnerable state. That thought wasn’t exactly pleasant, even though he had it over and over again that he would wait for my consent, but I wasn't comfortable with Matteo doing it all by himself, all alone.

"It wasn’t me who changed your clothes,” I heard Matteo's familiar deep voice coming behind me.

I slowly turned my head to the left and there he was sitting on a grand armchair by the bed. This time, he was wearing a more casual outfit—black joggers and a black tank top, it seemed as if he only owned black