Rosalia — POV
Ah… my shoulder.
My shoulder almost popped out of its socket from Cassel's weight.
I'm not saying his head is huge, but he really did throw his entire body on me.
Does he think I have some strength-enhancing superpower?
I'm just a girl who hasn't even turned twenty-four yet, alright?
My legs barely managed to keep me upright. Every breath I took burned against the tightness in my chest. The world still spun a little, the scent of dust and blood thick around us, mixing with the faint trace of his cologne — sharp, dark, dangerous.
Thankfully, he pulled away after a few minutes.
I stood there, staring at that handsome face.
And suddenly, all my fatigue and weakness seemed to vanish — like the exhaustion had never existed.
Who said physical labor doesn't heal people?
Just one look at my beautiful villain was enough to recharge me for the entire day and ease all my exhaustion.
