Jasmin's POV
My lungs seized as Max moved closer, his overwhelming presence shattering what little composure I'd managed to piece together. His fingertips traced my cheek with devastating gentleness before his mouth pressed a feather-light kiss to the corner of my eye.
"Your wish is mine, my love."
The words sent my pulse spiraling.
I held my breath, afraid to move. Though he'd already confessed his feelings, hearing him call me his love made my chest constrict with an emotion I couldn't name.
His gaze dropped to survey the shredded fabric hanging from my body, and his jaw tightened with barely contained fury.
He turned away without speaking, searching through the chaos surrounding us. The space looked like a war zone, furniture splintered and walls cracked. Max approached a damaged wardrobe filled with women's clothing, his expression darkening as he examined the provocative garments that left little to the imagination.
