The soft click of the door shutting behind Bella echoed in the silence of the guest room. The space was spacious, modern, yet stark. Everything in this house seemed intentional, as though Damian had meticulously crafted every detail of his life, controlling every angle, every shadow. The bed, draped in crisp white sheets, looked like an invitation. The windows, large and unshuttered, framed the view of the darkened garden outside, offering a sense of isolation. It was beautiful—too beautiful. It felt almost suffocating.
Bella stepped further into the room, her footsteps light, hesitant. She could feel the weight of the night pressing on her, her thoughts swirling like a storm trapped inside her head. She couldn’t believe she was here, alone in Damian’s world. It was a world she had never
