Narrator: Rafael Oliveira considered those two quite lucky to be with such a handsome and virile man like Dav.

  With a funny expression, he felt jealous of Valeria for being able to sleep in the same room as him, so he kept drinking wine with Director Vittorio and laughing with Eldrin.

  As they left the dining hall, Valeria and Iris clung to Dav’s arms, kissing his cheeks multiple times.

  Dav noticed they were a bit drunk and sighed with a small smile.

  By pure divine coincidence, he locked eyes with Matteo, who was hiding behind a pillar a few meters away.

  At that moment, just before their eyes met, Matteo removed his invisibility.

  They looked at each other in silence, with Dav continuing to walk as if trying to explain that things weren’t as they seemed.

  Matteo laughed to himself, making sure not to be noticed or make any noise, his face mirroring the same amused expression Vittorio had in the dining hall—or even his mother's.

  Dav (thinking): Of all the people I could run into, it had to be him…?

  Now he’ll never stop teasing me about this.. Ahh..

  Narrator: When they reached the room, Valeria and Iris were practically melting, resting their heads on Dav’s shoulders as he fumbled with the keys, trying to find the right one. He couldn’t help but notice how intensely they were staring at him in their drunken state.

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  Dav’s bed wasn’t a single one but a rather spacious one, large enough to fit more than two people if expanded.

  Iris and Valeria threw themselves onto the bed, their breaths heavy—a clear sign of exhaustion and intoxication.

  Without hesitation, they asked Dav to help them undress.

  Dav, as impassive and distant as always, showed no reaction.

  Without the slightest emotion, he began removing their heels and tight-fitting pants, proceeding with the rest of their clothes without the faintest trace of malice or interest.

  To him, it was merely a sequence of actions to complete, not a situation worthy of emotional involvement.

  As he continued undressing them, a fleeting thought crossed his mind: How come women like them aren’t more famous, considering how beautiful and charming they are?

  But that thought sparked nothing more than a sterile curiosity in him.

  He continued without dwelling on it.

  They were left in only their underwear as Dav desperately tried to tuck them into bed and keep them still so he could cover them with the blanket.

  They wanted to tease and play a little before sleeping, but Dav, being the cold and detached type, was genuinely trying to get them to rest.

  Iris, her voice slurred by alcohol, asked, "You’ll sleep with us, right?"

  Valeria echoed the same request.

  Dav, without showing any reaction, answered in the tone of someone merely fulfilling a duty.

  "If you behave, I will sleep with you. Promise me."

  His response was devoid of any emotion, as if it were a promise made out of convention rather than desire.

  With a possessive gaze, Iris and Valeria moved closer to Dav, helping him undress by removing his cloak and uniform.

  When they reached his tight-fitting shirt and pants, each took hold of a piece and pulled it off.

  They noticed Dav’s battered body, covered in deep scars and patches of violet and dark red skin.

  Iris embraced him from behind, kissing his back as if to thank him for something.

  Valeria did the same to his chest, kissing his most lethal scar.

  Once they were all left in their underwear, they got into bed, with Dav in the center, and he pulled the covers over them.

  Dav, feeling a bit sad for having exposed that broken part of himself, closed his eyes, pressing his lips together.

  Iris and Valeria wrapped their arms around him, holding him close, comforting him from both sides.

  They fell into a deep sleep, their warmth enveloping each other as they drifted into their dreams.

  END OF CHAPTER 67