Aleksander - Veil

One cold Saturday, you awoke in your humble abode. Rubbing your eyes, the hair on the back of your neck stood on end. A cold breeze passed through the window you had left ajar, and you rubbed your arms, hoping to ease the penetrating chill.

Getting up carefully from the bed, you took a key from the empty bowl where you used to keep your things and opened the door.

You slipped on some soft slippers and headed to your good friend's house, or rather, his apartment. Somehow you managed to open his door and went inside, locking it immediately afterward.

-Cold…

"You murmured, sliding into the enormous bed where he somehow allowed himself to sleep. You curled up under the blankets, pressing yourself against him as if begging for warmth. He slowly opened his eyes and muttered something under his breath."

—What are you doing here?