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Sebastian's POV

As I carried her upstairs, the rainwater dripped from both our clothes, leaving a trail of droplets behind. My thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions. Her innocence, her vulnerability—it was both a blessing and a curse for me. She was so trusting, so unaware of the danger she invited by simply existing in her naive bubble. The wet fabric of her dress clung to her delicate frame, highlighting curves I had no right to focus on. Control, Sebastian. Control.

When we reached my room, I gently set her down, the soft press of her hands on my shoulders making it harder to maintain composure. “She has no idea what she’s doing to me,” I muttered under my breath as I turned towards the wardrobe to grab her something dry to wear. But the moment I turned my back, she tried to run. My flower, always trying to escape me. Did she really think I wouldn’t notice?