Kirsty's mind raced as she sat on the couch, her wounded hand throbbing with pain. Draken was now standing before her, shirtless. Her attention was torn between her injury and the unfolding scene in front of her. She had no idea what he was about to do, but her heart pounded with anticipation.
With a gentle yet firm touch, Draken lifted Kirsty's wounded hand. It was an unexpected gesture, one that caught her off guard. The intensity of his gaze made her acutely aware of the proximity between them. His face was mere inches away from hers, and a surge of mixed emotions rushed through her.
In that fleeting moment, as he cradled her injured hand, Kirsty felt a strange tenderness emanating from Draken. It was a vulnerability she hadn't expected to witness in someone who exuded such strength.
