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ELEANOR
I laid sprawled across the bed, feeling the soft, warm weight of the blankets cocooning me. I was exhausted from the night before, my limbs heavy and my body pleasantly sore.
The room was filled with a soft, golden morning light that seeped through the curtains, casting a warm glow over everything. I nestled deeper into the blankets, savoring the softness against my skin, my lips curving into a soft smile.
My eyes fluttered open, and I spotted Dante standing a few feet away, his back turned to me. His muscular frame was partially illuminated by the light, his posture relaxed yet commanding.
He was talking on the phone, his deep voice a soothing rumble that filled the quiet room. I gaze wandered over his back, noticing the angry red scratches she had left on his skin
