The Platonic Trap novel Chapter 147

Freezing, crystal-clear water poured down, hammering against his skin.

His physique was flawless—lean, sculpted, and powerfully defined.

Years of consistent training, compounded by his early days in the military, left him with zero excess body fat.

His sharply defined abs tapered flawlessly down into a striking V-line...

The icy water shattered against his skin like exploding crystals.

His sharp, dark hair clung wetly to his forehead.

Alistair dragged a hand through his hair, slicking it back.

The corners of his eyes were rimmed red, his gaze as heavy as ink.

"Uncle Alistair, hold me..."

"Uncle Alistair, hold me..."

He could practically feel her tearstains burning into his shoulder.

His brows furrowed, his eyes darkening with stormy conflict.

Glancing down, he closed his eyes and silently cursed himself for being a monster.

It refused to subside.

His lips pressed tightly together as he tried to turn the water even colder.

His fingertips felt like they were on fire.

They remembered the delicate ridges of her spine.

If he had traced them down, bone by bone, he could have mapped her entirely.

Her frame was so petite, he felt as though he could encircle her entire waist with just one hand.

—She was too young.

The thought only deepened his self-loathing.

His fingers burned, but the desire showed no signs of fading.

Despite standing under the freezing spray for half an hour, he could still smell that faint hint of lily of the valley.

The body wash the maids bought wasn't that scent.

So he had no idea where that subtle fragrance had come from.

But that wasn't something he should be dwelling on either.

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