DAMIEN
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She showed her affection freely, a touch on my arm, a hand on my cheek, a quiet word just for me in a crowded room. She wasn't afraid to show she cared.
The word still felt alien, terrifying, hopeful, all at once, but seeing her, feeling her affection, being loved by her it was pulling me back from the brink.
She asked questions about my life while we went through the normal days and she had also said she wanted to visit me in my office which I barely go to.
“How did you build all this, Damien?” she asked one night, gesturing around the penthouse with a sweep of her hand, taking in the silent luxury.
“This empire? It’s intimidating.” I hesitated.
How much could I tell her?
How much did she want to know about the shadows that allowed all this to exist?
How much dar
