The city lights sparkled like scattered diamonds across the inky black sky, visible from the towering windows of Morrison Tower’s penthouse. Isabella stood by the door, her heart pounding as she took in the familiar sight. It had been weeks since she’d last been here, weeks since she’d chosen to walk away. Yet, stepping into the space now felt like no time had passed at all. The air was still thick with Damien’s commanding presence, his world both enticing and suffocating.
“Isabella,” Damien’s voice cut through the silence, smooth as silk but edged with steel.
She turned toward him, her breath catching at the sight of him leaning casually against the edge of his desk. His tie was undone, the top buttons of his crisp white shirt unfastened, revealing just a hint of his toned chest. His da
