Dante's POV
I woke up with the kind of restless heaviness I hadn’t felt in years, like every hour of sleep had been shallow, disrupted, and useless. My body felt tense, wired, unsatisfied, and the moment my eyes opened, the memory hit me all over again. Lily. Standing in the treatment room doorway wearing that black lingerie she had clearly planned with intent.
Lily walking toward me with that quiet determination in her eyes, the kind that knocked the air from my lungs. Lily, touching me like she was testing a new language she suddenly wanted to learn fluently. And worst of all—Lily smirking at me when she denied me.
I scrubbed a hand over my face and sat up, exhaling sharply. I was a grown man, an experienced one, someone who prided himself on control, structure, and emotional distanc
