Chapter 462 – Temptation and Control Issues
Warm. Still. Steady. Not the Prince of Greed, not the Hell-born CFO who turned kingdoms into currency. Just… a man in sleepwear and a rare softness in his voice.
Rava hadn't realized how much tension she'd been holding until now—until her body curled instinctively closer, shoulder pressed to his chest, his scent slipping around her like warm ink spilled across silk. Rich and musky, but smooth. Faintly citrus, faintly sin. And dangerously comfortable.
She hadn't meant to start anything. She just wanted warmth. A little comfort. That was all. That was what she told herself.
But then…
Her tentacles moved.
It wasn't immediate. Not obvious. Just a subtle shift beneath the sheets. One of them, the smallest one—curled under her thigh—slid toward his waist.
'Just to stabilize,' she thought. Just to keep balance. But the second one followed. Then a third, coiling lazily beneath the hem of his shirt like a curious pet sniffing something new.
