ZEUSI had nightmares.Every night, they came for me. My father and his friends…dragging me back to that dark room where my innocence had been shattered. Once. Twice. Again and again, until the memories festered, consuming every part of me. I stopped being the Zeus I once knew.I would wake up screaming—sometimes gasping for breath, my chest tight with panic, drowning in the echoes of the past.But every time the darkness tried to swallow me whole…there was a hand pulling me back. Warm. Steady. Unyielding.Damon."It’s alright. It was just a dream," he would murmur, his voice low and calm as he held my cold, trembling body against his. No matter how long it took, minutes or hours, he never let go. Whenever I opened my eyes, he was always there.One night, after the terror finally loosened its grasp, I turned to him, exhausted and confused. “Don’t you ever sleep?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.He smiled—a rare, soft curve of his lips that I still remember. Then, in a voice
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