Damon’s POV
The door shuts softly behind me, and I stand there for a moment, taking in the quiet of Winter’s home. The tension in the air is almost suffocating, but it’s a familiar kind of tension. The kind that’s been building between us for so long now.
I’ve been here before—standing in the same room, unsure of what comes next—but this time feels different. This time, it’s not just about me. It’s about Kai. It’s about Winter. It’s about us—whatever that even means anymore.
I watch Winter for a few seconds as she sits across from me. Her posture is tense, her arms crossed, but there’s a vulnerability in her eyes that’s hard to miss. She’s scared. She’s terrified of what I might say, of what I might do. And I get it. I’ve hurt her before. I’ve made promises and failed to keep them. But
