The transition from the clinical, antiseptic-heavy atmosphere of the hospital to the warm, rose-scented sanctuary of the apartment's master bath was enough to make Alina's head spin.
The bathroom was larger than she had expected for a "portable" residence, featuring., gray tiles and a deep, oversized bathtub that looked more like a small pool.
"Okay," Alina's voice was barely a whisper, a soft tremor vibrating through her words. She began to undress slowly, her movements hesitant.
The air in the room was humid, carrying the weight of a summer afternoon, yet she felt a chill of nerves. Her face burned hot, a deep crimson creeping from her chest to her cheeks as she realized Damian was watching her shamelessly.
He didn't look away, not even for a second. His gaze was heavy, anchored to her every movement with a hunger that felt almost predatory.
"Have some shame, Damian," she smirked, though her hand trembled slightly as she reached for the thick white towel he held out to her.
