Ava paused a short distance from the entrance to Damien's study, discreetly watching him. The apartment was wrapped in quiet, broken only by the soft crackling of the fire in the corner. The flames moved boldly in the approaching darkness. Damien sat calmly by the fire, holding glass of whiskey in one hand while his other hand lay on the chair's arm. Despite his outward calmness, the stiffness in his stance suggested a mind weighed down by disturbing memoriesAfter several months of being acquainted with him, Ava realized that Damien employed emotional detachment as a protective shield. He was consistently calm, consistently aloof. Yet this evening, he felt more distant than ever before. His speech had been terse all day, his infrequent smiles laced with something inscrutable. It seemed as if an unexpressed burden pressed down on him, pulling him to a realm she couldn’t accompany. Regardless of her efforts, he never allowed her access—constantly withdrawing deeper behind a barrier of
Although it was late—well after midnight—Damien was unable to sleep. Memories of earlier times crowded his thoughts, which often happened when he allowed himself to ponder. Tonight, the memories seemed weightier than usual, the hurt more acute, the desire stronger. He stood at the window, gazing at the muted city skyline, the flickering lights below the storm creating a sorrowful sight.Ava had fallen asleep much earlier, but something kept him there, lingering in the shadows, alone with his thoughts. During these moments of isolation, the recollections emerged—those he had hidden, buried beneath layers of doubt and self-control. Her recollections.She was called Claire. She was all that Damien had never realized he desired and required. Friendly. Kind. Modest. All that had been absent from his life. She entered his life when he was nineteen, still youthful enough to hold onto the hope o
The room was immersed in a warm, golden light—the fireplace softly crackling, candles dancing on nearby shelves like little stars. It was a night that seemed to go on forever, dense with quiet, where speaking felt too burdensome. They sat nearby, but worlds apart, each ensnared in their own tumultuous reflections.Damien had remained mostly silent since their previous discussion, and Ava had refrained from pressing him. She sensed a change occurring between them, something fragile and risky, like a bridge beginning to groan beneath its own load. The barriers Damien had meticulously constructed around himself were beginning to fracture—and she noticed it. She sensed it.In the silence enveloping them, an indescribable tension—powerful and fervent—tingled in the atmosphere. Ava observed him from across the room while curling her legs to her chest on the couch. He gazed into the flames, his jaw tense, his shoulders rigid, but this was not the calm exterior he typically upheld for protect
The evening atmosphere was thick with the aroma of rain, indicating a storm nearing the city. Ava sat silently at the edge of her bed, as the soft lamp light created elongated shadows across the room. The silence was intense, pressing on her heart and turning each breath into a challenge.In her grasp, her phone shimmered gently, the notification on the display cutting through her delicate tranquilityI know your secret. Tell him, or I will.No name. No number she recognized. Only seven words, unsettling in their clarity, exact and ruthless. Initially, she believed it must be a kind of error. Perhaps a joke. Whoever sent it knew. They knew about her father. About the abandonment, the pain she had buried under years of practiced smiles and quiet strength.Her grip on the phone tightened. She wanted to believe it was nothing — a bluff. Maybe if she ignored it, the sender would give up.Yet anxiety had already infiltrated her, digging in deeply. She removed the message, her heart racing,
The rain commenced once more, a continuous, unyielding drumming on the windows that reflected the thumping in Ava’s heart.The turmoil inside her was just as powerful, swirling with numerous feelings she could no longer hold backShe sat on the edge of the couch, her hands clasped tightly as she stared at the floor as if it might reveal the answers she couldn't find within herselfDamien was in the kitchen, pretending to give her some room, but Ava could feel the tension radiating from him He was anticipating. He waited for her to say something, to clarify the shadows he frequently noticed in her eyes.She was out of justifications. Depleted of power. The secret she had held so closely to her heart was smothering her, and if she didn't release it soon, she would surely sink in it.Gently, she raised her head.“Damien?” Her voice trembled, hardly rising above a murmur.He instantly turned with his expression easing as soon as he noticed the tears welling in her eyes. Silently, he walke
The city glittered below Julian’s office window, the skyline stretched like a crown of diamonds against the inky night. But he didn’t see it. His attention was consumed by a single, all-consuming objective.Ava Rossi.He had spent months digging into her past, and now the truth sat neatly in a thick manila file on his desk — a chronicle of secrets, abandonment, and the very pain she had fought so hard to conceal. Julian had always known people broke easier when their past was weaponized against them, and Ava was no exception.She would unravel.And Damien would follow.Julian didn’t plan to crush them in a single blow. That would be too easy. No, this needed to be slow. Calculated. The kind of pain that lingered.He started with seeds — small, almost invisible.A well-timed remark over drinks. A carefully constructed pause.“She’s guarded,” Julian said casually to Damien during a networking event, swirling his drink as though they were merely chatting. “Given everything she’s been thr
The weight of silence between them was suffocating. Damien had spent the past few days pacing his penthouse, plagued by a helpless sense of déjà vu. He’d been here before—desperate to break through Ava’s walls, only to find them reinforced.But this time, it was different.She had told him about her past—about her father, the abandonment, the years of self-protection that followed. Damien had thought her confession would finally free them, finally bring them closer. But instead, it felt like she had drifted even further away.And that gnawing doubt Julian had planted during their last encounter refused to leave his mind.What else was she hiding?She’d been colder lately. Distant. Her gaze would drift during discussions, her replies brief and unfocused. At times she recoiled when he reached for her, as if she were in a different place altogether.The Ava who once gazed at him as if he were her lifeline in a tempest—was escaping his grasp.And he was unsure how to put an end to it.Ava
The smell of smoky coffee persisted, suggesting that Ava had not been successful in multitasking. In an attempt to capture the intermittent sunlight shining through her dirty apartment window, she held onto a paintbrush and a sputtering mug of coffee in hand. The unbalanced painting, made from reclaimed wood and old nails, was filled with vibrant hues, depicting a distressing scene of emotions that mirrored her current mental state.With a quiet sigh, she whispered, "Damn it," before moving the paintbrush aside. She couldn't get rid of it, the coffee akin to an oily residue stuck on the pot. She glanced at the clock, its hands ticklingly counting the precious minutes she couldn't afford to waste. The eviction notice, a white envelope with her name in threatening black ink, was placed on the untidy table as if to constantly remind her of her unstable financial situation.The artist Ava Rossi, who is gifted but still struggling, was facing the difficult reality of her chosen path. She w
The weight of silence between them was suffocating. Damien had spent the past few days pacing his penthouse, plagued by a helpless sense of déjà vu. He’d been here before—desperate to break through Ava’s walls, only to find them reinforced.But this time, it was different.She had told him about her past—about her father, the abandonment, the years of self-protection that followed. Damien had thought her confession would finally free them, finally bring them closer. But instead, it felt like she had drifted even further away.And that gnawing doubt Julian had planted during their last encounter refused to leave his mind.What else was she hiding?She’d been colder lately. Distant. Her gaze would drift during discussions, her replies brief and unfocused. At times she recoiled when he reached for her, as if she were in a different place altogether.The Ava who once gazed at him as if he were her lifeline in a tempest—was escaping his grasp.And he was unsure how to put an end to it.Ava
The city glittered below Julian’s office window, the skyline stretched like a crown of diamonds against the inky night. But he didn’t see it. His attention was consumed by a single, all-consuming objective.Ava Rossi.He had spent months digging into her past, and now the truth sat neatly in a thick manila file on his desk — a chronicle of secrets, abandonment, and the very pain she had fought so hard to conceal. Julian had always known people broke easier when their past was weaponized against them, and Ava was no exception.She would unravel.And Damien would follow.Julian didn’t plan to crush them in a single blow. That would be too easy. No, this needed to be slow. Calculated. The kind of pain that lingered.He started with seeds — small, almost invisible.A well-timed remark over drinks. A carefully constructed pause.“She’s guarded,” Julian said casually to Damien during a networking event, swirling his drink as though they were merely chatting. “Given everything she’s been thr
The rain commenced once more, a continuous, unyielding drumming on the windows that reflected the thumping in Ava’s heart.The turmoil inside her was just as powerful, swirling with numerous feelings she could no longer hold backShe sat on the edge of the couch, her hands clasped tightly as she stared at the floor as if it might reveal the answers she couldn't find within herselfDamien was in the kitchen, pretending to give her some room, but Ava could feel the tension radiating from him He was anticipating. He waited for her to say something, to clarify the shadows he frequently noticed in her eyes.She was out of justifications. Depleted of power. The secret she had held so closely to her heart was smothering her, and if she didn't release it soon, she would surely sink in it.Gently, she raised her head.“Damien?” Her voice trembled, hardly rising above a murmur.He instantly turned with his expression easing as soon as he noticed the tears welling in her eyes. Silently, he walke
The evening atmosphere was thick with the aroma of rain, indicating a storm nearing the city. Ava sat silently at the edge of her bed, as the soft lamp light created elongated shadows across the room. The silence was intense, pressing on her heart and turning each breath into a challenge.In her grasp, her phone shimmered gently, the notification on the display cutting through her delicate tranquilityI know your secret. Tell him, or I will.No name. No number she recognized. Only seven words, unsettling in their clarity, exact and ruthless. Initially, she believed it must be a kind of error. Perhaps a joke. Whoever sent it knew. They knew about her father. About the abandonment, the pain she had buried under years of practiced smiles and quiet strength.Her grip on the phone tightened. She wanted to believe it was nothing — a bluff. Maybe if she ignored it, the sender would give up.Yet anxiety had already infiltrated her, digging in deeply. She removed the message, her heart racing,
The room was immersed in a warm, golden light—the fireplace softly crackling, candles dancing on nearby shelves like little stars. It was a night that seemed to go on forever, dense with quiet, where speaking felt too burdensome. They sat nearby, but worlds apart, each ensnared in their own tumultuous reflections.Damien had remained mostly silent since their previous discussion, and Ava had refrained from pressing him. She sensed a change occurring between them, something fragile and risky, like a bridge beginning to groan beneath its own load. The barriers Damien had meticulously constructed around himself were beginning to fracture—and she noticed it. She sensed it.In the silence enveloping them, an indescribable tension—powerful and fervent—tingled in the atmosphere. Ava observed him from across the room while curling her legs to her chest on the couch. He gazed into the flames, his jaw tense, his shoulders rigid, but this was not the calm exterior he typically upheld for protect
Although it was late—well after midnight—Damien was unable to sleep. Memories of earlier times crowded his thoughts, which often happened when he allowed himself to ponder. Tonight, the memories seemed weightier than usual, the hurt more acute, the desire stronger. He stood at the window, gazing at the muted city skyline, the flickering lights below the storm creating a sorrowful sight.Ava had fallen asleep much earlier, but something kept him there, lingering in the shadows, alone with his thoughts. During these moments of isolation, the recollections emerged—those he had hidden, buried beneath layers of doubt and self-control. Her recollections.She was called Claire. She was all that Damien had never realized he desired and required. Friendly. Kind. Modest. All that had been absent from his life. She entered his life when he was nineteen, still youthful enough to hold onto the hope o
Ava paused a short distance from the entrance to Damien's study, discreetly watching him. The apartment was wrapped in quiet, broken only by the soft crackling of the fire in the corner. The flames moved boldly in the approaching darkness. Damien sat calmly by the fire, holding glass of whiskey in one hand while his other hand lay on the chair's arm. Despite his outward calmness, the stiffness in his stance suggested a mind weighed down by disturbing memoriesAfter several months of being acquainted with him, Ava realized that Damien employed emotional detachment as a protective shield. He was consistently calm, consistently aloof. Yet this evening, he felt more distant than ever before. His speech had been terse all day, his infrequent smiles laced with something inscrutable. It seemed as if an unexpressed burden pressed down on him, pulling him to a realm she couldn’t accompany. Regardless of her efforts, he never allowed her access—constantly withdrawing deeper behind a barrier of
The last night of Ava’s exhibition in Paris was nothing less than enchanting. The gallery buzzed with soft conversations and the melody of clinking champagne flutes, glowing beneath warm golden lighting. Art critics and collectors came together with intrigued fans, all enchanted by the depth and feeling of Ava’s creations. It was a night she would always remember—not only for the milestone it represented in her career, but also for how Damien had supported her throughout, his quiet pride providing her stability amid chaosAs the evening came to an end and the final guest stepped into the cool Parisian night, Ava remained in the serene room, absorbing the view of her paintings one final time before they were packed and sent to their new destinations. Damien observed her quietly, his expression contemplative.“Are you prepared?” he inquired gently while she gazed at himShe nodded, an uncommon mixture of success and sorrow surrounding her. "Indeed." "I believe I am."The following morni
Autumn had enveloped Paris like a gentle breath, casting a soft chill over the city that hinted at transformation. The warmth and hope that had previously enveloped Ava now seemed more remote, akin to a memory she struggled to hold onto. She had established a routine here—something dependable, something tranquil—but it seemed delicate, like a glass figure that could shatter if she exhaled too forcefully.Damien was still in Paris. He fulfilled his vow to remain, to be present. Even with him by her side, she felt the distance increasing, invisible yet significant. It wasn't something she could identify immediately—it appeared more like a slight change in the surroundings or a brief glimpse at the periphery of her sight.They would move around one another with ease, like two pieces that perfectly aligned Now, every moment seemed laced with hesitation. Unspoken words lingered, feelings hidden beneath the surface.