-LILIAN-
The air in the room was thick, heavy with Alexander's gaze on my bruised shoulder. His anger from moments before seemed to fade, replaced by a deep, hungry look that made my skin prickle. He was staring at my injury, but his eyes held a desire that had nothing to do with healing.
Slowly, deliberately, he reached up and pulled off his heavy, dark training tunic. He tossed it onto a nearby chair, revealing his powerful, muscled chest. The sight of his bare skin, all hard muscle and old scars, made my breath catch. He was raw, animalistic, and his eyes were fixed on me, burning.
"You will not go to training for three days," he said, his voice low and firm, not a question. "Until that shoulder heals." He took a step closer, his eyes still on my arm.
A small part of me felt a wave
