Change?

With Sophia now in charge, the atmosphere in the compound shifted. I threw myself into helping around the house with renewed vigor. I greatly admired Sophia's skills and leadership. The way she talked to the girls, making them feel like they could approach her with anything, was something I found inspiring. It was nice to see a semblance of order and kindness amidst the chaos we often lived in.

Every morning, I joined the other girls in our tasks, whether it was cleaning the rooms, washing the linens, or tidying up the common areas. I found a strange sense of peace in the routine, a distraction from the turbulent thoughts that often plagued my mind. The girls seemed more united now, each contributing to keep our environment as pleasant as possible. Sophia's presence had done wonders for our morale.

One sunny afternoon, I was working on the grass outside, trimming the plants and making sure everything looked tidy. I heard the familiar roar of an engine and looked up to see Sebastian’s Lamborghini Aventador pulling into the compound. The distinctive plate number made it clear it was him.

The car door opened, and Sebastian stepped out, followed by Red Head Junkie. My breath caught in my throat as I saw them. Their clothes were stained with blood, and the contrast between the crimson splatters and Sebastian's white shirt was stark. His shirt was partially unbuttoned, revealing a glimpse of his toned chest.

The sun hit his neck and body, accentuating the sharp lines of his jaw and the broad expanse of his shoulders. He looked impeccable, despite the blood on his clothes. His fitted white long-sleeved shirt was tucked into finely ironed trousers, and the sight made my heart race. All the girls around me were fawning over him, but my attention was fixated on the bloodstains.

Sebastian walked past us without acknowledging anyone, but for a brief moment, his gaze met mine. It was just a fleeting second, but it sent a shiver down my spine.

Red Head Junkie approached me, breaking my trance. "I've heard a lot about you from Raven," he said. "Seems like you're closer to him than most. I'd advise you to follow him upstairs and help him clean up. If he sends you away, at least it will leave an impression."

I nodded, feeling a mix of anxiety and determination. "Thank you," I replied, my voice steady. I decided to take his advice and hurried after Sebastian.

As I followed him up the stairs, I couldn't help but admire him from behind. His presence was commanding, and even the way he walked exuded power and confidence. I felt a strange mix of awe and fear.

"Can I help you wash off?" I asked, my voice echoing slightly in the staircase.

Sebastian didn't reply. He simply continued walking, his silence making my heart pound. I didn’t know if he wanted me around until he reached his room, opened the door, and left it ajar as he entered. Taking this as a silent invitation, I followed him inside and closed the door behind me.

Sebastian sat on the edge of his bed, staring out the window. He hadn’t said a word since entering the room. I moved to the bathroom, filling a bowl with warm water and grabbing a small towel. When I returned, I found he had already removed his shirt, revealing his well-toned body. His muscles were defined, and his skin had a healthy glow despite the day's events.

I started by cleaning his hands, wiping away the dried blood with gentle strokes. The intimacy of the act made my heart race, but I kept my focus, determined to do a good job. As I moved to his upper body, I couldn't help but admire his strength and the scars that marked his skin, each telling a story of battles fought and survived.

After finishing, I went to dispose of the water. While rinsing out the bowl, my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. What had happened on their mission? Why was Sebastian so silent and brooding? I wanted to ask, but the words caught in my throat. I didn’t dare voice my questions, fearing it would break the fragile peace between us.

Returning to the room, I said, "I’m going now."

Sebastian didn’t respond. He continued to stare out the window, lost in his own world. I left quietly, closing the door behind me. As I walked back to my duties, my mind buzzed with curiosity and concern about what had transpired.

I resumed my work, but my thoughts were clouded by the image of Sebastian covered in blood and his distant, unreadable expression. What had happened? I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was deeply wrong. Despite the calm facade he presented, there was an underlying turmoil I could almost feel emanating from him.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the compound, I finished my tasks for the day. I couldn't stop thinking about Sebastian and the blood-stained clothes. The other girls were abuzz with speculation, but I kept my thoughts to myself. Whatever had happened, it was clear that Sebastian was dealing with something significant.

I found myself standing by the window, staring out at the compound. The events of the day had left me feeling unsettled. I knew I had to find a way to reach Sebastian, to offer him support in whatever way I could. But for now, all I could do was wait and hope that he would let me in.

As night fell, I lay in bed, my mind still racing with questions and concerns. I knew that the road ahead would be difficult, but I was determined to stand by Sebastian, to help him navigate the darkness and find the light at the end of it all. Together, we would face whatever challenges lay ahead, and I hoped that, in time, he would come to trust me and let me in.