Chapter 194 First Blood, Last Breath Ch3
- He can’t sleep.
- He doesn’t even try. The sheets are cold. The room too quiet, too clean, all sharp lines and glass — a place built for a man who never let anyone in.
- But now every time he closes his eyes, he sees her: that wicked mouth, that hand wrapped around him, that soft laugh in his ear while he painted her fist and ruined his suit like a boy who didn’t know better.