So this was his world.
A world that bowed to him without a word. A world where people didn’t wait for his arrival— they anticipated it. Where velvet ropes parted at a nod, and eyes followed him like he was gravity itself.
Damon stepped out of the car first, the valet already bowing with a murmured “Young Master,” like he was royalty. Then, he circled to my side, opened the door with a deliberate grace, and extended his hand to me, his silhouette sharp under the glow of the valet canopy.
There was something ceremonial in the way he offered his arm, like a prince presenting himself to his queen— but there was nothing soft about his presence. He was thunder in a tuxedo.
“Don’t think. Just breathe,” he murmured, eyes meeting mine as I hesitated to take his arm.
I did as he said, but my lu
