C42 – GODDAMN SURGEON.

The house on the outskirts of Paris was kilometers away—an old abandoned property.

Inside, Dante breathed with difficulty, tied to a rusted chair. Sweat mixed with the blood that glued his shirt to his chest, and every movement drew a groan from him.

He'd been there for hours, waiting, not knowing what his fate would be.

But Eros wasn't in a hurry.

Each step he took was deliberate. He closed the door behind him calmly. He walked toward the center of the room in silence, t