Damian’s POV
I spent most of the afternoon unpacking and fixing the room in a way that made it clear that two couples lived here now. Thankfully, it was a very big room that could contain both of us. It felt strange doing something like this with my own hands instead of having someone else handle it, but I wanted this one to be mine. No staff, no instructions passed down to someone else to execute. It was just me, figuring out how she liked her tea, what herbs actually smelled good together, whether petals scattered across a table looked romantic or just messy.
I settled on red. It felt right.
I checked the time more than I needed to. She'd texted earlier that she was running late, nothing more than that, and I told myself it was work, a meeting running over, something ordinary. But so
