Cecilia’s pov
I quickly collected myself and grabbed a water bottle from the fridge. The cool air hit my face, but it didn’t do much to calm the chaos in my brain.
When I walked back into the living room, I nearly tripped over my own feet.
Cassian was sprawled half-naked on the sofa, wrapped in haphazard bandages like an extra who’d stepped out of a low-budget action movie set.
Sebastian stood nearby, one eyebrow raised so high it practically touched his hairline. His voice was colder than ice.
"Are you auditioning for a zombie movie, or have you switched to playing a mummy?"
Cassian didn’t even flinch. Instead, he stretched out languidly and struck what he clearly thought was a seductive pose.
"At least I’m the sexy version," he quipped. "Limited edition."
Sebastian rolled his eyes and moved in to assess the disaster Cassian called a bandage job.
"Shut up. You’re bleeding out."
Cassian gave him a mock-offended look, though his eyes sparkled. "I knew you cared the most. "
Sebastian ignored him and began wrapping fresh gauze with practiced, almost clinical precision. "Say one more word and I’ll package you like a sausage and leave you on the balcony. Muffin can lick the wounds clean."
Cassian grinned wider, clearly delighted. He extended a blood-smeared hand toward Sebastian like a dramatic actor mid-monologue.
"Don’t you want some interactive healing?"
I stood frozen in the kitchen doorway, clutching my water bottle like it was the only thing keeping me grounded in reality.
Their banter was so natural, and weirdly intimate, it felt like I’d walked into a scene from a slow-burn enemies-to-lovers story.
I wasn’t angry.
I was just...short-circuiting.
My Alpha mate was bandaging a half-naked man who was openly flirting with him, and Sebastian? He wasn’t even dodging it.
I swear I wasn’t shipping them. Really. But if someone had livestreamed this moment, the internet would’ve exploded.
Fan edits. Reaction videos. "Enemies with benefits?" trending on Twitter.
"Cece?" Cassian turned his head, his brow furrowing slightly. "You okay?"
Sebastian didn’t even look up. "Ignore her. The visual probably melted her brain."
Cassian laughed, light and careless like a boy who’d never been hurt. "I think it’s your venomous tongue that poisoned her."
Sebastian pulled the bandage tight, making Cassian yelp dramatically.
"Ow! Easy! Are you trying to murder your beloved?"
My face burned instantly. I spun on my heel and escaped to the kitchen like the room was on fire.
I twisted open the water bottle and took several large gulps, trying to wash away the bizarre, half-flirty battlefield scene still replaying in my head.
A moment later, Sebastian leaned against the kitchen doorway, arms crossed, entirely too relaxed.
"Whoa, slow down. You trying to drown yourself?"
I nearly choked and coughed several times. "A-Are you done bandaging him?"
His lips curled into a smirk. "Hasn’t Cece seen enough?"
"Stop joking..." I muttered, lowering my head. The floor suddenly looked very interesting. Guilt pressed heavy on my chest.
He walked to the sink, washed his hands with slow, deliberate movements, then dried them on a towel. When he turned, amusement danced in his eyes.
"Want me to record a video next time I change his bandages? We can add voiceover commentary. You know, for educational purposes."
I glared at the water bottle like it had betrayed me. "Has Cassian... eaten? Should we make something?"
Sebastian feigned a thoughtful look. "So now you want to watch me feed him too? Developing new kinks, are we?"
I gave up. Words failed me. I looked at him with the universal expression for "I’m begging you, please stop."
He chuckled and walked over, reached out, and gently pinched my nose.
"You’re something else," he said softly.
And just like that, the tension broke. It suddenly felt a little less heavy.
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Sebastian gave him a sharp, cold look that said it all.
I pressed my lips together, offering an apologetic smile.
Sebastian checked his watch. "It’s almost eleven. Let’s call it a night. I’ll show you to the guest room."
He led Cassian down the hall, their voices low, fading into the quiet like the end of a long day.
I slipped out of the living room and headed upstairs before they came back. I didn’t really want to talk. I just needed space.
By the time Sebastian returned, I was already in my room with the door shut.
A knock came, soft but distinct.
"Cece?"
I didn’t answer.
The light in the bathroom was on, water running. I stayed where I was, behind the door, letting the sound fill the silence.
"You taking a shower?" he asked.
"Mmm," I said, just loud enough for him to hear.
A second passed. Maybe two.
"Good night," I added.
He knew what that meant. I needed space.
Today had been too much, and my brain felt like it was running in circles.
I needed to be alone for a while. Just to breathe.
There was a pause. Not long. But long enough to notice.
"Sleep well, then," he said, a little quieter.
I heard his footsteps moving away, slow and even, until they vanished.

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