Aria's POV
Instead of answering, Damian reached for my hand—the one wearing the ring.
The massive diamond caught the light, throwing rainbow fractals across the ceiling, and the matching platinum band sat heavy and perfect on his finger.
"What are you doing?" I asked, but he was already positioning our hands together, fingers interlaced, rings prominently displayed.
The camera shutter clicked.
Once. Twice. Three times.
"Damian—"
"Trust me," he said quietly, and something in his voice made me go still.
I watched as he examined the photos critically, selected the best one, and then—to my complete shock—opened his own phone and began typing rapidly.
"Wait," I said, my brain finally catching up. "Is that your verified account? The official Alpha King account?"
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