Damien’s eyes were cold and piercing, like sharp blades cutting through the air. His entire expression darkened as he looked at Sienna, his jaw tight, his gaze firm. The tension in the air was thick, like an invisible rope pulling them closer yet keeping them at odds. His voice, deep and unwavering, carried a warning that sent a chill down her spine.
“Sienna, I won’t allow you to mess with Colby’s feelings.” His tone was controlled, but the weight behind his words was undeniable. “If you don’t truly care about him, then don’t mislead him.”
Sienna immediately frowned at his words, her body stiffening. The warm air between them felt suffocating as his breath—slightly tinged with the scent of his cologne and cigarettes—brushed against her skin. She turned her head away, irritated by his nea
