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SEVEN: It Wants You Back

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last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-06-07 08:27:50

The towels in my hand are folded so tight they might file a restraining order.

Lavender soap. Washcloth. A fluffy bath towel that’s seen better days. This is my armor. My shield. My holy fuck-why-am-I-doing-this-again weapon kit.

I’m not marching into a bathroom. I’m storming a warzone.

“If this ends with me seeing his royal dick, I’m suing fate,” I mutter, voice low. “Maybe biting a bullet. Or him. Or all three.”

A deep inhale.

A fake-ass smile.

And I walk in.

Dante’s already seated on the edge of the tub, shirtless. And I mean—fucking shirtless. His torso is all hard ridges, tan skin pulled over muscle though it was made to be ogled, not washed. The bandages on his arms are fresh, done by me, but he still looks as if a goddamn dark fantasy novel cover come to life. Crimson eyes zero in on me though I’m the first meal he’s seen in days and he’s starving.

Which would be flattering.

If I didn’t know he used to snack on people.

“Bath time, honey,” I chirp. Too loud. Too bright. I sound
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