The faintest light from the rising sun filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. Seven was sprawled out on the California King, the sheets tangled around his legs. His eyelids fluttered open, and his gaze immediately searched for the hospital bed. There, nestled snuggly under the blanket, Sana lay peacefully unconscious, her chest rising and falling gently.

  A quiet breath escaped him as he slipped out of bed like a ninja. He stood for a moment, observing her, his expression affectionate.

  After making the bed, he ambled to the fireplace to begin his calisthenics workout. Every muscle contracted and stretched with the discipline of a man who thrived on routine, even as he pushed himself harder.

  About an hour later, he heard the soft rustling of sheets. He turned instinctively. Sana was stirring awake, blinking lazily as she regarded him with an alluring smile.

  “Good morning, Sweets,” she whispered, her voice still thick with sleep.

  “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”

  She arched her back, an almost feline grace to her movements as she inquired, “When are you getting ready for your first day at work?”

  He stopped in his tracks and replied, “Right after I settle you in. It’s still early.”

  “How about I assist you in picking out an outfit for your debut?” she suggested, sounding a little mischievous.

  A smirk tugged at his lips. “Thanks. I definitely could use your help.”

  ……

  After breakfast, Seven tended to her, cleaning and dressing her with the care of a man with endless patience. Then, he showered again, his mind occupied with the day ahead.

  Emerging from the bathroom, his figure loomed at the bedroom doorway. The towel hung loosely around his sculpted waist, water droplets tracing paths down his tanned skin, his body glistening in the morning light.

  He approached Sana with the quiet confidence of someone born of both physical prowess and mental fortitude. “Princess, I’m ready to be dressed,” he muttered casually, though it was tinged with a hint of challenge.

  Sana froze, as if trying to absorb every nuanced detail. A crimson blush dusted her delicate cheeks, betraying an undeniable fascination. The room seemed to shrink, the air thickening with a charged silence.

  She didn’t answer; Seven waved his hand at her. “Sana? What’s wrong?”

  Sana blinked, her naughty thoughts momentarily derailed. “You’re just prancing around in a towel, huh? Who wouldn’t be in a daze if they saw your sizzling hot bod?” she teased, though the heat in her cheeks revealed the stirrings of something more than playful banter.

  “Enjoying the view?” he quipped, his words laced with humor. “For your eyes only.”

  She shot him a wink. “You said it! Now, wheel me to the dressing room! Let's see if my boyfriend looks as good in a suit!”

  Unbeknownst to Seven, she also wanted to see him in another kind of suit—his birthday suit!

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  Though just for Sana’s daily wear, the dressing room next to the ensuite is rather spacious. A dedicated section was allocated for Seven’s wardrobe. Other than the clothes he’d brought, there was now a collection of high-end suits, shirts, ties, belts, and shoes, every piece meticulously curated by Kasra’s stylist. Seven stood before the closet, hands on his hips, staring blankly at the entire rack, perplexed.

  “Kas ordered so many suits, I don’t even know where to begin!” he muttered under his breath.

  Sana watched him, a knowing smile on her face. “Well, you’ll need them for work and formal functions. Do you have a favorite color? We can start from there.”

  He shrugged. “Nope. I don’t care, as long as I don’t get arrested for indecent exposure!”

  Sana chuckled, the sound light and airy. “Lucky for you, I have some basic fashion knowledge. Let’s go with something that’ll bring out those killer blue eyes, maybe a navy suit with a light blue tie?”

  “That makes sense,” Seven agreed, though his tone was more resigned than anything else.

  He wiped the towel over his body, exposing his taut tush in the process. He moved fluidly, muscles rippling as he dried himself off before slipping on a pair of fitted boxer briefs.

  Sana couldn’t tear her gaze away. Hot damn! Did he do that on purpose?

  Then he reached for the classic white Prada dress shirt before sliding into a pair of navy-blue Prada dress pants, the fit impeccable.

  “Princess, what color shoes should I wear? There aren’t any in blue,” Seven wondered, his voice breaking her reverie.

  Sana shook her head, a giggle escaping her. “It’s fine to pair the navy suit with black leather shoes,” she said, amused at his complete lack of fashion sense.

  “If you say so.”

  With the shoes sorted, he stood in front of the rack of ties hanging by the side. He finally chose a silky, light-blue Zegna tie.

  After watching a short TikTok video, he memorized the steps and tied a perfect knot on his first attempt. As the tie snugged around his neck, he thought, Yep, perfect for impressing people… or for silently throttling them if they annoy me.

  Sana marveled at the man in front of her. This guy is just too damn smart! On top of that, he’s a hunk! Hubba, Hubba!

  “Do I need anything else?”

  The question snapped Sana out of her lust-filled fantasy. “You clean up real nice, Sweets, although it’s up to you if you want to put on a belt,” Sana suggested, before another thought crossed her mind. “Say, I just realized you’ve been with me all week, but your hair still looks the same. Does it take a long time to grow? It’s a nice, slightly wavy quiff cut, by the way!”

  “DIY,” replied Seven nonchalantly.

  “You’re amazing! How do you even do that?!” she exclaimed incredulously.

  “Well, you just need a mirror in front of you and a mirror behind to triangulate where you’re cutting or shaving. I like to keep it short enough so I never have to style it, but long enough that I don’t look like a recruit,” Seven casually explained.

  Just then, his phone buzzed with a text. “Just in time! Kas is waiting for me,” he said, grabbing his jacket from the hangar.

  Sana’s chest tightened with a pang of reluctance. She pouted, unable to mask the vulnerability creeping into her expression. “You haven’t jetted off yet, and I’m already missing you,” she admitted, her voice tinged with dolor.

  He shook his head helplessly, his thumb brushing her cheek. “I’ll be back before you know it. And don’t forget, we have those Zoom meetings this afternoon.”

  She nodded, though the weight of separation still lingered in her chest. “Alright. Let’s go.”

  They entered the great room and spotted Ami, Kasra, and Lara waiting there. Kasra gave Seven an approving once-over, his lips curling subtly.

  Ami, taking in the image of a transformed Seven, broke into an admiring smirk. “VP Kavanagh, it’s no wonder my daughter has her sights set on you! She’s got impeccable taste.”

  The tips of Seven’s ears reddened; Sana’s stomach twisted uncomfortably. “Uh! What if all the pretty girls in the office try to get with him?” she blurted, her uneasiness palpable. “I look like hell, and I’m stuck in this wheelchair! Sweets, come back home early, okay?”

  Ami snickered at her daughter’s clumsy possessiveness. “I think we need to change your nickname to ‘Sticky!’ If he fell for you while you looked like hell, do you really think he’ll have eyes for anyone else?”

  Sana scoffed, her pout betraying her discomfort. “Who knows?”

  Seven bent down and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Your mom’s right,” he murmured, his lilt playful, “I only have eyes for you, Sticky.”

  Laughter echoed in the room, much to Sana’s chagrin.