Chapter 48 – Comfort in ChaosAdrian's POV

Isabella insisted on bandaging my wound again, even though she had meticulously cleaned and dressed it during the shower. I hated to admit it, but the thought of her careful fingers tracing my skin, her soft sighs as she worked, made me feel… vulnerable. And alive. Alive in a way that few things did.

“Relax, baby,” she murmured, kneeling beside me on the bed. Her hands were gentle, deliberate, sliding the fresh bandage over my shoulder, ...