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he teased with a grin. I rolled my eyes. It seemed like his mood had shifted back, and he was joking around again. I didn’t respond. Instead, I walked to his closet and picked out some clothes I could wear. He didn’t complain about it. He didn’t bother me further, so I was able to shower in peace. I chose an oversize T-shirt with a Naruto print and a pair of black shorts. I couldn’t help but shake my head at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. His T-shirt was so big on me that it looked like a dress. I chuckled softly at his childish side—Naruto was his favorite, and I didn’t expect him to still wear shirts like that. When I stepped out, I found him sitting on the bed as if waiting for me

Once I got his permission, I slip inside the room, but then almost turns back when I saw he was shirtless, with just a white towel covering his waist down. He has a freaking eight packs and narrow waist. Muscles budges across his screen, and one directly lay from his waist and disappear into the towel. He is such a feast to the eyes I almost forget what I was here for. I cover my eyes, embarrassed that I had stare for a good while. "You could have told me you're dressing." "I'm just shirtless. Not a big deal." "I'll wait for you to wear something." "Whatever makes you happy." In less than ten seconds, he told me to turn around as he is done putting on his shirt.

However, it was the four compass-rose stars on each shoulder that caught my attention, as if a military uniform were tattooed on his body, and these were his decorations. The shirt falls to the floor with a soft thud, making no sound, but in my mind, it feels like the toll of a bell announcing the time for the faithful to begin their prayers. I shift my gaze from the fabric to the bare torso, drawn to every curve outlined by the ink, every rigid muscle. Yurich doesn’t feel an ounce of shame as he uses his hand to caress his abdomen, moving down to the button of his dress pants and opening it to reveal a line of black hair that marks the few inches shown up to the thick elastic of his underwe

I thought to myself. I felt my strenght come back to me and I stood up, the door slammed open and I was surprised to see Akito and Daichi breathing heavily, like they had just run a marathon. The blazer that had been covering my body slipped off, exposing my body to both of them. "Cover up, damn it." Daichi turned away, his ears were red. "Daichi, are you blushing?" Akito laughed, he wasn't even a little bothered that I was naked.

Torin had told him about the fight through the mind link, and all he'd said was that Dearon hadn't exactly taken the news well… Shit. I couldn't think about him right now. I had to think about the bulky warrior standing in front of me. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the ground, exposing the carved muscles of his chest and abdomen. He remained in his loose, linen pants, but dropped off his shoes, readying himself to shift.

I asked again, “can I see the full picture?” She sighed and shook her head, a small frown tugging at her lips. “Sorry… we barely have any pictures of him shirtless. He’s weirdly private about his body. And even the few I have seen… the tattoo never shows up clearly. It’s like it disappears unless you’re staring at him directly.” I tilted my head slightly, my heart sinking, and swallowed the frustration clawing at my throat. “Okay,” I whispered. And then, another sneeze escaped me reminding me I was still standing here in damp clothes. My skin was starting to chill beneath the coat.

He didn’t slack either. He wore a black silk shirt, sleeves rolled slightly, with sleek tailored pants that clung just enough to showcase his broad build. The shirt’s top buttons were buttoned to little above his chest, revealing just a glimpse of his tattooed chest and the faint chain that always hung there. It was subtle but dangerously attractive. Together, we looked like we were stepping out of a movie scene. If there were cameras around, we would've been the headline, you know but I know he didn't want all of that.

He then proceeds to take off his shirt. He was dressed all black as usual. His biceps and triceps flex gracefully as he pulls off his shirt and I gulp, trying to divert my eyes to look at something else, but it doesn't help. So I just have to stare When he turns around, I quickly look away so he doesnt know I have been looking at him. Even though I’m sure he knows I have. He is so damn handsome!

She didn't know what he intended to do, but she wanted more bare skin from him. He paused and pulled his T-shirt off. Under that was a dark vest made from Kevlar worn over a white undershirt. He winced as he ripped the Velcro straps free. Both vest and undershirt were shed quickly, giving her the first glimpse of a shirtless Evan. She sighed and smiled, pleased with the view. Miles of muscular planes sculpted his chest and stomach. He leaned over her and bumped her nose with his. "Happy?" She laid her palm against his chest. "Very. Now the pants."

"Do you need anything from me?" "Beatrice had a premonitions. We are in the sitting room awaiting you, Alpha", he nods curtly and prance out of the room. I pull away and he coughs and ruffle his wet hair. Looking at him closely he is shirtless. His packs, biceps are visible now, as sweat or water rolls down his chest on boxers, towel wrapped around his neck. I find myself swallow spits. "Wear a shirt", I stand up and sprint to the bathroom.