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CHAPTER SIXTEEN: SHADOWS OF HIS PAIN

Author: Quinbee
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-27 00:16:14

The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner and the steady rhythm of his breathing. I lay frozen, my body pressed into the mattress as if moving might shatter the fragile peace that lingered in the darkness.

Damian was beside me. His arm wrapped around me, his body tangled with mine, his presence filled every corner of the bed. He carried a weight, even in silence. I could feel it radiating from him like heat.

I turned slightly, my eyes adjusting to the soft outline of his face. In the dim light, the sharp angles of his jaw seemed less severe, his features softer, almost vulnerable. This wasn’t the cold, calculated man who walked through life as though nothing could touch him. This wasn’t the same Damian who stared at the world with steel in his eyes and never let anyone too close.

This was someone else. Someone human.

I was still trying to make sense of everything, what really happened??. His lips moved, his voice breaking the silence, low and trembling, words
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