Chapter 4- Devil’s Game Begins
10 Minutes Later,
She stood there a moment longer—silent—steam curling behind her, before finally stepping out.
The towel clung tightly around her chest, tucked just above her breasts, leaving her pale shoulders exposed.
Her skin still glistened with water droplets—each one catching the morning light spilling through the blinds. Her pink hair, long and damp, fell across her collarbones like ink streaks on porcelain.
She moved with a kind of unintentional allure, hips swaying subtly as she walked to the corner dresser.
Her eyes—those soft, glassy pinks—were half-lidded in thought, still trailing the memory of him, of his chest, his voice, the way his fingers had brushed her jaw without hesitation.
Her cheeks flushed again.
"Tch... jerk."
She dropped the towel in one fluid motion—turning her back to the door—completely unbothered now that she was alone.
The cool air kissed her spine, goosebumps rising briefly before she began dressing.
A simple outfit. But on her?