That morning, the world was talking about Nayla Moretti again.
Not because of her outfit. Not because of a new client. But because of the man walking beside her, Damian Bellucci. A man long known to the public as Nayla’s ‘protective older brother’. From the days when she was just a rookie stylist working behind the scenes until her name echoed across the industry, aside from Adrian, Damian had always been there. Quiet. But present.
When the photo of them in the hotel lobby surfaced, the internet exploded. There was no touch, no smiles on their faces, yet the energy between them was enough to shake the virtual world.
It was a single frame. Damian stood half a step behind her. Tall, dark, like a shadow that refused to stray. His eyes were sharp, his jaw rigid, and his body poised as if re
