The tension from the press conference still clung to the air as the doors to the elevator slid shut, leaving Lena and Damian alone in the sleek, sterile confines of his penthouse. The weight of the confrontation with Victor, the sharp words, the press, the cameras—all of it had left Lena on edge, her heart still racing from the adrenaline.
But in the silence between them now, there was something else—a pressure, a presence that neither of them had fully acknowledged before.
Lena glanced at Damian, but he wasn’t looking at her. His gaze was fixed on the distant skyline beyond the windows, his face unreadable. The powerful, stoic billionaire was a mask she could never quite read, no matter how hard she tried. There were moments when she thought she saw a flicker of something more beneath t
