Aria's pov
The interior of Damien's Maybach was spacious and luxurious, the kind of quiet wealth that whispered power rather than shouted it.
I settled by the window, keeping my attention on the view instead of the man sliding in beside me.
It was strange.
Damien usually liked to drive himself, or he would sit in the front and work quietly.
But today he chose the back seat, my seat, and it instantly made me alert.
Despite the Maybach's comfort, the air inside felt heavy, charged with the faint electricity that always followed Damien wherever he went.
His presence filled the car like gravity, impossible to ignore even when he said nothing.
After settling in, he signaled the driver to start the engine.
The Maybach moved with smooth precision; the city outside beg
