로그인Third Person POVAria had not expected Paris to feel this alive. The hotel room had been beautiful, yes, but the real magic began once they stepped outside into the city itself. Everything looked softer here somehow. The streets seemed to glow even in ordinary daylight, the cafés looked like they belonged in a painting, and every corner had that effortless old-world charm that made her feel like she had walked into a dream she had no right to be in. She kept looking around like she was afraid the whole thing might vanish if she blinked too long. Damien walked beside her with his usual calm, one hand in his pocket, the other occasionally brushing the back of hers whenever they crossed the street or shifted through the crowd. He did not say much, but he did not need to. His quiet presence was enough. It made her feel safe in a city she barely knew and strangely proud to be seen standing beside him like this. Aria turned to him at one point, smiling brightly. “This place is even
Aria Pov I had been checking and rechecking my suitcase for the last twenty minutes even though I knew everything was packed perfectly. Passport, clothes, toiletries all in place. Still, I kept opening the bag, making sure nothing was missing. This trip felt too good to be true.Paris.Just the word made me smile like an idiot.I never thought I’d get this excited over a surprise trip, but Damien had a way of making even simple things feel special. The man who once treated feelings like an inconvenience had started remembering all my little preferences my favorite color, how I liked my tea, the dresses I felt pretty in. And now this. A whole trip to Paris, planned without me knowing a thing.I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down the comfortable dress I’d chosen for the airport. It was elegant enough to make me feel good without being too much for travel. I caught my reflection and whispered to myself, “I’m actually going to Paris.”From behind me, Damien’s calm voice cam
Aria Pov I’d been waiting for Damien with that familiar mix of curiosity and annoyance building in my chest the kind only he managed to stir lately. Nothing with him was ever simple. He would walk into a room looking all controlled and detached, like nothing in the world could touch him, and then do something so unexpectedly thoughtful that it left me staring at him like I had no idea what game he was playing.Take today, for example.He had come to take me home himself.That alone was enough to make me suspicious.When I spotted him standing near the car, neat and composed as ever, I had to fight the urge to smile too obviously. He looked exactly like he always did when he was pretending nothing in the world could get under his skin. But I knew better now. I had started noticing the tiny things. The way his eyes found me a little too quickly. The way he watched me a second longer than necessary. The way he kept acting like he was not softening, when clearly he was.My bag was alre
Damien POV The house felt wrong the moment Aria left. Not quiet. Wrong. Quiet was something I had always liked. Quiet meant control, space, no unnecessary noise, no one demanding anything from me when my head was already full of work and numbers and problems that refused to stay solved. But this silence was different. It sat in the halls like a ghost, thick and unmoving, and every room seemed to remind me that she was not in it. I had not realized how much life she brought into this place until she was gone. A house could be expensive, polished, perfect in every corner, and still feel hollow enough to echo. I stood in the doorway of the bedroom after she left, watching the open closet, the half-zipped bag she had carried downstairs, the faint impression of her presence still clinging to the air. It was ridiculous, really, how quickly the room had changed. One small overnight bag missing from the floor, one sweater she had taken with her, and the entire space looked stripped
Aria POVThe house had gone quiet again after everything that happened, but it was not the same kind of quiet as before. Before, the silence had felt empty, like a place no one cared enough to fill. Now it felt heavy, like the walls themselves were still remembering Vaswani’s voice, Damien’s rage, the sound of breaking things and my own sobbing in the middle of it all. I had thought the worst part would be the attack itself, but the truth was that the hours after it were somehow harder. Once the fear settled, it left behind something uglier and far more exhausting shame, guilt, and the sick feeling that I had somehow allowed the whole thing to happen by letting him in at all.Damien had not left my side for long. He had cleaned up the blood on his knuckles, changed his shirt, and then returned to sit beside me on the bed like he was afraid I might vanish if he looked away. He kept checking on me in that quiet way of his, not crowding me, not forcing me to talk, but making sure I k
Aria POV "Don't fucking touch my wife, you filthy bastard!" Damien's voice cut through the air like a thunderclap, raw and seething with a fury I'd never heard from him before, each word driven home by another vicious punch. I stood there frozen in shock, watching Vaswani reel back against the couch, his arms flailing uselessly to shield himself while Damien kept coming relentlessly, face contorted in protective rage. Blood sprayed from Vaswani's nose and mouth, staining the rug beneath him as he crumpled to the floor, groaning weakly through busted lips. "How dare you come into my home and lay hands on her? I'll end you for this, you piece of shit!""Damien, stop!" My voice broke high and desperate, tears already streaming hot down my face as I threw myself forward, grabbing at his arm with both hands mid-swing. Vaswani lay there now, face unrecognizable a swollen mess of blood and bruises, barely conscious and wheezing through the carnage Damien had unleashed. But Damien's f
Aria POV Sunlight slipped through the heavy curtains, warming my bare shoulder as I woke up tangled in sheets that still smelled like him like us. My body ached in the best way, a delicious soreness that brought back flashes of last night. his hands gripping me tight, the way he'd groaned my name
Third Person POVDamien watched Mr. Vaswani's car disappear down the driveway, a sour taste lingering in his mouth from the old man's leering gaze and Aria's panicked tears. Guilt gnawed harder than expected should've stepped in sooner, protected her better. Made a decision quick while climbing th
Damien's POVKept turning Aria's outburst over in my head all afternoon after she stormed out with the lunch bag why snap at Sophia like that? She'd come by with legitimate papers from her father's firm, just dropping them off friendly like always. Maybe the hospital stay left her frustrated, horm
Aria's POVOne week later and I finally felt human again, color creeping back into my cheeks, strength returning slow but steady to my arms and legs after the hospital scare. Damien asked about me every single day since we got home quiet check-ins morning and night, "How're you feeling today?" or "







