The elevator hummed softly as it ascended to the uppermost level of Morrison Tower. Isabella stood beside Damien, her hand tightly clasped in his. The weight of their earlier conversation still lingered, his words echoing in her mind: "Once you step into this darkness, there's no turning back."
She glanced up at him, her heart pounding. His face was a mask of calm, but his grip on her hand betrayed the tension simmering beneath the surface. Whatever lay ahead, she could feel it—the shift, the intensity of the moment. This wasn’t just another night in Damien’s world; this was a step deeper into the shadows he had so carefully shielded her from.
When the elevator doors slid open, Damien led her into a part of the tower she had never seen before. The hallway was stark, lined with black marb
