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The Lie Behind Her Eyes

Author: Bonnie Jay
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-08-08 23:11:32

Damian's POV

The elevator doors closed behind me with a hiss that sounded too much like disapproval.

The kind of hiss that reminded you even the walls in this place had opinions. Even the air knew I was unraveling.

My penthouse stretched out before me, slick and sterile. Silent. Too silent. The kind of silence I used to crave, curated, intentional, uninterrupted.

But tonight, it didn’t feel like peace.

It felt like judgment.

Like the quiet had teeth.

I shrugged off my coat and let it fall across the back of a leather chair, the soft thud echoing louder than it should have. My fingers went to my cuffs next, loosening them like I was peeling off a skin that didn’t fit right anymore.

The skyline stared back at me through the floor-to-ceiling glass. Gleaming. Endless. Slick with ambition. The city lights bled into the room in shards, painting my walls in golds and blues and lies.

I moved toward the bar out of habit, half a thought away from pouring something sharp and aged, but stopped.

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