“Dominic,” I whispered finally, my voice trembling. “Please… let me go back to the team. I just want to go back.”

He didn’t answer immediately, and for a moment, I thought he might not even acknowledge me. But then, his voice cut through the darkness, calm but firm. “You just went through major surgery. You’re still weak. Recover first.”

I blinked, surprised by how clinical he sounded. No anger, no possessiveness—just cold logic. It stung more than I expected. Does he even ...