Bella stood in the center of the room, her pulse racing as Damian’s words echoed in her mind. “You have no idea what you’ve just stepped into.” The weight of them hung heavy, pulling her deeper into the moment. She fought to steady her breath, trying to regain some semblance of control. But the more she tried to hold onto her composure, the more it slipped away, like sand through her fingers.
Damian’s presence was all-consuming, every inch of him commanding attention. He had a power that seemed to emanate from him effortlessly, a quiet authority that made her feel like nothing more than a fragile butterfly caught in the storm of his gaze. And yet, she couldn’t pull away. She didn’t want to. Not yet.
The silence between them stretched taut, like a fragile thread ready to snap. Bella could
