LILA I stirred and slowly opened my eyes. The first sight that greeted me was Blaise, his figure emerging from the closet, his muscles subtly defined beneath the snug fit of workout shorts and a t-shirt. Sunlight streamed in through the window, outlining his frame in a soft glow that seemed to pulse with the rhythm of his strides. "Oh, great, you're awake," Blaise chirped, striding up to the bed and taking a seat by the edge, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. It had been five days since I was discharged from the hospital, and I felt vibrant and ready for anything. However, Blaise wouldn't allow me to leave the bed, let alone the room. He treated me like royalty, but it felt like I was helpless. He brought me breakfast in bed, helped me into the shower, although he left the room while I showered, and even selected my daily attire. The only time he permitted me to venture outside was for our evening garden walks. Despite my protests of feeling fine and strong, I cher
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