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Petal's POV

As I stepped out of the bathroom, I was still adjusting to the oversized shirt and boxer shorts Sebastian had handed me. His shirt hung loosely, reaching my mid-thighs, and the material felt heavy against my damp skin. I hugged myself, trying to shake off the unease I’d been feeling since arriving here. My mind raced with thoughts of how absurd and controlling his behavior was, but before I could even process further, a rough shove sent me stumbling back into the cold wall.

Pain shot through my back as I hit the surface, and I gasped in shock. My wide eyes met his as he loomed over me, his expression a mixture of anger and something darker—something possessive. He gripped my jaw tightly, his fingers digging into my skin, forcing my lips to pucker. I winced at the sharp pain and tried to push him away, but his strength was overwhelming.