Damon’s POV
The storm outside mirrored my thoughts. Rain lashed against the glass of the penthouse, a relentless rhythm I couldn’t escape. I leaned against the wide window, staring at the city lights flickering like nervous fireflies. The silence between me and Daiki stretched, comfortable yet intrusive. He stood a few feet away, meticulously polishing a silver tea tray, though neither of us intended to drink.
“You seem quieter than usual,” Daiki said, his voice calm, measured. “More brooding, if that’s even possible.”
I didn’t reply, not immediately. Instead, I let the storm fill the space between us, drowning the thought I wasn’t ready to confront.
“I take it this has something to do with her,” he added, his tone light but knowing.
Her. Olivia. The bond. My chest tightened at the me
