Damian's P.O.V.
The scent of freshly delivered food filled the room, mingling with the warmth still lingering from our earlier intimacy. Kiera had a relaxed look in her eyes, a rare sight considering the tension we’d both been carrying for days. The way she leaned back in her chair, hair slightly tousled, made it hard to focus on anything but her.
Still, the lightness in the air couldn’t fully mask the weight of everything we had to deal with. She sighed softly, tapping her fingers on the edge of the desk as she glanced at the neatly packed containers in front of us.
“Lunch first, or strategy session?” she asked, arching a brow at me.
“Strategy.” I pulled a chair closer, not wanting to waste any time. As much as I craved to stay in this calm bubble with her, we didn’t have the luxury o
