It was still his house, but this time, Damian chose to sit in the one his friend could actually reach. Not the secret-shrouded fortress with giant glass windows where the darkness dwelled, and the silent witness to Nathan’s screams, but the "official" residence. It was the house that safer for visitors to frequent without sparking suspicion.
Here, the living room felt more alive. Dim lights cast a warm glow, the aroma of black coffee wafted from the machine in the corner, and the black leather sofa looked as pristine as the day it was bought. There was no trace of suffering, no corners harboring grim secrets, and certainly no bloodshed.
After days of avoiding a confrontation, Damian had finally kept his word. Adrian had been waiting, and Damian knew that if he continued to vanish, the qu
