The room was low-key but undeniably luxurious. The floor was dark oak, polished smooth, and a thick rug softened the space around the bed. The king-sized frame was low and modern, dressed in white sheets with a charcoal throw draped neatly across the foot.
Floor-to-ceiling curtains softened the evening light, and a sleek glass desk stood against one wall. Everything was clean, ordered, expensive but lived in carrying the quiet weight of a man who valued control over comfort.
Damien sat on the edge of the bed, his injured arm stretched out stiffly while Lila crouched in front of him with the first aid box open at her side. He still couldn’t understand how he’d let her in here. No one was ever allowed past this threshold, yet the words had left his mouth before he could stop them. An invi
