Damien’s eyes darkened, a slow smile tugging at the corner of his lips—quiet, almost reluctant, but full of something fierce. He lifted their joined hands to his lips, brushing a gentle kiss over her knuckles.
“Maya…” His voice was low, thick with feeling. “Hearing you say that… it means more than I can say. I don’t want to just be part of your story—I want to be the reason the rest of it matters.”
He searched her face, vulnerability flickering just beneath his usual guarded calm.
“I won’t ever let anyone take what’s ours. Not from your past. Not from your future.”
His thumb traced soothing circles over her hand as he leaned in closer, voice dropping to a whisper meant only for her. “I’m here. I’m staying. Not going anywhere.” He paused, gaze locked with hers. “I chose you, Maya. Only
