The weight of Damon’s presence lingered even after he walked away, leaving me standing there with my thoughts in complete disarray. My fingers curled into fists at my sides, frustration and something deeper twisting inside me, something I refused to name. It was maddening how, with just a single glance, he could unravel every wall I meticulously built over time. The way he looked at me, the way his voice seemed to seep into my very bones, left me reeling in ways I despised.
I hated this. Hated how easily he could affect me, how his mere presence was enough to make my heartbeat skyrocket and my resolve waver. I inhaled sharply, forcing myself to regain composure, but my hands still trembled as I gripped the edge of my desk, attempting to ground myself. It was useless. The storm inside me r
