~HELENA~
"Could you go check on Tye? Make sure he has everything he needs?"
"Yes, ma'am. Have a good night's sleep, boss."
"Goodnight, Helena."
I walked toward the back of the apartment, following the sound of water running in the kitchen. When I turned the corner, I froze.
Tye was standing by the sink, shirtless, taking long gulps from a water bottle as if he had just come out of the desert.
I couldn't help but stare.
This guy was seriously fit. He wasn't just your typical gym guy; he had the kind of physique that was to die for. His shoulders and back were lined with lean muscles, and his abs were well-defined in a way you would want to run your hands through them.
'Damn, what am I thinking?' I asked myself.
What really grabbed my attention were the scars all over his body, like a map of past troubles. There were bullet marks, cuts from knives, and patches of burned skin. Each one had its own story, and honestly, I'm sure I didn't want to know them.
