Clarissa's breathing had grown shallower, the golden-pink mana threading between her palm and Julian's chest now pulsing in slow, deliberate waves. She shifted her weight carefully on the narrow bed, mindful not to jostle the cables snaking from his stasis casts. Her free hand moved lower—hesitant at first, then with quiet resolve—until her fingers found the waistband of his medical-issue pants.
She paused there, eyes flicking up to meet Julian's. He held her gaze steadily, no trace of protest or embarrassment, only that same calm acceptance he wore like armor.
With a soft exhale, Clarissa tugged the elastic down just enough. The fabric slid past his hips, exposing him. His cock lay soft against his thigh—still relaxed, untouched by arousal yet, the skin warm but unremarkable in its current state.
