The next evening, the air between us still carried that fragile, electric charge from the night before. I could feel Damien watching me more closely than usual while we ate dinner, his eyes lingering on my face, my hands, the way I moved around the kitchen. It wasn’t cold or angry anymore, but it was heavy with everything we hadn’t fully unpacked yet.
After we finished clearing the table, he took my hand without a word and led me down the hallway toward the private wing of the penthouse. My pulse quickened the moment I realized where we were going. The toy room.
I hadn’t been back here for a long time. The memory sent a shiver down my spine, part nerves, part anticipation.
Damien closed the door behind us and turned the lock with a soft click. The room was dimly lit, the same luxurious
