Damian’s POV
The city always looked cleaner at sunset. Like everything it touched, the steel, the glass, even the lies got a fresh coat of gold just before darkness reclaimed it.
But not even that show of illusion could compete with the quiet shift in my chest when I read the line on my screen.
Paternity confirmed. 99.98%.
It wasn’t shock.
I already knew.
But confirmation had a way of steadying things. Grounding you in a reality that could no longer be denied or spun or ignored.
I didn’t smile.
Didn’t clench my fists either.
For the first time in days, I didn’t feel unsettled.
I leaned back in my chair, let the hum of the office settle around me. The city buzzed beyond the tinted glass, but inside, it was still. Focused. Controlled.
Just the way I liked it.
Cassian stepped
