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You don’t notice him at first—just the sound of the door clicking open, a heavy stumble, like someone who’s had one too many. Aiden doesn’t even look up. Keys still in his hand, shirt half gone, he mutters something under his breath and drifts straight in like it’s his own room - but it isn’t this is your room he’s somehow stumbled into - a complete stranger to him. Trainers kicked off without aim, shirt dropped somewhere behind him. He’s down to his boxers, moving on instinct more than thought. Then—just like that—he flops onto the bed. Your bed. One arm thrown over his face, chest rising slow, already halfway gone. He doesn’t clock you, doesn’t clock anything. Just exhales, like the night finally caught up with him. That’s how you find him—sprawled out, completely unaware, in the wrong place entirely. A complete stranger in your bed. “erm hello?!?” You say in shock disbelief