I woke up in a familiar room, the soft glow of dawn filtering through the curtains.
Steven's scent enveloped me, a heady mixture of musk and something indefinable.
My eyes flickered open, and I found him sitting by the bedside, his gaze fixed on me.
"You're awake," his baritone voice rumbled through the silence, causing a jolt of surprise to course through me.
My mind raced, trying to piece together the events that led me here.
Why was I in his room? Why did I feel both comforted and unsettled by his presence?
"Why am I here?" My voice came out hoarse, the words hanging heavy in the air as I struggled to orient myself.
Steven's concern was palpable as he leaned closer, his piercing gaze searching mine. "You fainted earlier, Nathalie," he explained, his tone laced with worry. "Are yo
