VIII

Fear gripped me, causing me to instinctively take a step back. My nightshirt clung to my trembling body, shielding me from his scrutinizing gaze. Anxiety knotted my stomach, accompanied by an uneasy mix of fear and anticipation.

Suddenly, the room flooded with bright light, momentarily blinding me. I blinked repeatedly to adjust my vision. There, seated in my sofa chair, was Artemy, reclining with ease. His left ankle rested casually on his right knee, and he held a small remote in his hand, presumably responsible for illuminating the room.

His attire was not formal, but he wore black slacks and an unbuttoned black linen shirt, offering a glimpse of his chiseled chest. I forcefully pushed away any thoughts that lingered on his strong, muscular physique.

My eyes remained fixed on him, observing his intense focus on my body. There was no trace of embarrassment or awkwardness in his demeanor. Artemy exuded a calm and confident air as his eyes roamed over every inch of me.

"Hmm," he mutt