~Damien's POV~
I'm pissed.
Not just irritated. Not mildly annoyed.
Fucking livid.
She's getting too comfortable. Wading into territory that doesn't belong to her. Prodding old scars like she has the right. Poking around in rooms that were locked for a reason.
Bianca's never known how to leave things alone.
Even now—after I've drawn the lines, after I've dragged her across them and shown her what happens when she crosses me—she still doesn't learn.
Still keeps prying.
And what's f*****g worse is that I walked away yesterday before I did something I couldn't take back. Locked myself in the office. Buried myself in numbers and paper and hollow distractions.
But it hadn't been enough.
I came home hoping for peace.
Instead, I walked into the kitchen and overheard Bianca pushing Marth
