**Zelene**
The next morning, I woke up with a strange mix of emotions swirling inside me. Damian’s kiss lingered in my mind, replaying over and over like a scene from a movie I couldn’t pause. It had been soft, and tentative, but there was something about it that felt... inevitable. Like it was meant to happen. I couldn’t explain it, but it left me feeling both exhilarated and uneasy.
I rolled over in bed, staring at the ceiling. My hand instinctively went to my lips, as if I could still feel the warmth of his touch. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. Damian was unlike anyone I’d ever met. He was mysterious, yes, but there was also a depth to him that I couldn’t quite figure out. And that kiss—it wasn’t just a kiss. It felt like a promise, though I couldn’t say what kind.
The sound of Mi
