Damien
She made me want to just give it all up.
Everything. The guns, the empire, the endless cycle of control and chaos. Some days, I thought I could sit there and just watch her the way she moved, the way she looked when she didn’t know I was looking and maybe that would be enough.
But it never was.
Because Aria didn’t make me weak. She made me soft. And softness was just another word for death in my world.
So, I stayed away.
I kept my distance. I buried myself in numbers, in deals, in things that didn’t have her voice attached to them. I convinced myself that was what a man like me was supposed to do keep his hands busy so his head didn’t drift where it shouldn’t.
But lately, she was there even when I blinked.
I saw her face in the glass walls of my office. I heard her laugh whe
