regency au dirkjake? /SHRUGS
You awake to a ceiling of dark wood, crosshatched rafters signaling your placement at an upmost flat somewhere residential. Your memories are a bit of a wash. Vague spots of warmth coat your skin but for the most part your evening is a flash of overpriced molly house alcohol and… well, you remember someone with a hand around your waist.
ugh this is my entire jam tho