Angry at he's friends

Alexander stirred awake, the throbbing in his head a stark reminder of the morning's drinking. Blinking against the dim light of the room, he realized Anna was sitting up, her gaze fixed on him. Her cheeks were flushed, her expression a mix of curiosity and unease.

As memories began to flood back, he pieced together the events—the drinking with Liam and Marcus, the laughter, the dares, and then… waking up with Anna in his arms. His stomach dropped. Liam and Marcus had set them up. Those bastards.

"Fuck," Alexander muttered under his breath, running a hand through his disheveled hair. The weight of his actions hit him like a freight train. He turned to Anna, his jaw tightening. "Anna… I—"

"Alexander," she interrupted softly, her tone steady despite her obvious discomfort. "You don't have to apologize. We were both drunk. It wasn't just you."