Chapter 193 First Blood, Last Breath Ch2
- Her hand stays there — warm, knuckles brushing the line of him through dark tailored pants he’s never let anyone unbutton.
- She waits — a single breath of silence between them, thick enough to drown in.
- Outside the music keeps thumping — drunk laughs, glasses clinking — but inside it’s just his pulse and her voice, soft, sweet, a blade pressed to the softest part of his chest.