Damien pov
The house was quiet too quiet.
The kind of silence that doesn’t just exist it breathes around you, pressing down on your chest until you start to suffocate. The kind that makes every ticking sound feel like a heartbeat you’ve lost.
I stepped into the living room, the echo of my footsteps bouncing off marble floors that once carried the sound of her laughter. Her scent that soft, calming vanilla and something faintly floral still lingered faintly in the air. But she wasn’t here.
Amira was gone.
And for the first time in months,that realization made my stomach twist.
I dropped my keys on the table, the metallic sound slicing through the stillness. My tie hung loose around my neck, and I could still feel the remnants of anger simmering in my veins from our argument. The thi
