TW: s****l Content
Amara stepped out of the shower, her body still weak but her spirit determined not to sit around worrying. She wrapped herself in a plush towel and wandered into the adjoining walk-in closet. Her eyes widened in awe at the sheer scale of it. Shelves upon shelves lined the walls, creating a personal mini-mall of luxury.
One wall was dedicated entirely to shoes—heels, boots, and flats of every style. Another housed an array of sparkling jewelry, while yet another was filled with an exquisite collection of fragrances. On the far side, a section of neatly tailored suits and crisp shirts caught her attention. She realized this wasn’t just her closet; it was shared with the men. Arthur and Dominic’s clothing hung neatly alongside her own, the contrast between their rugged an
