## Hazel's POV
Sebastian's fingers worked with surgical precision as he undid the rest of my blouse buttons. His touch remained clinical, his gaze respectfully averted whenever possible. The fabric fell open, revealing my lace bra underneath.
"I'll turn around while you remove the rest," he said, his voice steady but deeper than usual.
I watched him turn his back to me. Such a small gesture of respect, yet it meant everything. Struggling with my sore muscles, I managed to slip out of my skirt and underwear before wrapping myself in the plush towel he'd laid out.
"Ready," I called softly.
Sebastian turned, his expression carefully controlled as he helped me into the tub. The warm water embraced me like a comforting hug. He knelt beside the tub, rolled up his sleeves, and held my injured wrists carefully above the water.
"Lean back," he instructed. "I'll wash your hair first."
