Elliott’s POVHe caught me. I knew he would.I didn’t even have time to shut the door before he walked in. One second I was frozen in front of that painting, and the next, Damien stepped inside like he already knew someone was snooping around.His eyes met mine—not angry, but unreadable. There was something deep in them. Something heavy. Something like a secret held too long. My heart thudded painfully in my chest. I couldn’t breathe. The air felt thick and too still. “You weren’t supposed to be here. And yet… here you are,” he said, voice low—not sharp, not kind either.“I— I’m sorry,” I stammered, glancing nervously at the painting that looked like me, then back at him. “I was just... looking for the light. The sunset from this angle looked beautiful and—”He raised a hand, silencing me. “You found more than light,” he murmured. I swallowed. “Who painted them?” I asked. He walked past me, stopping in front of the unfinished portrait that looked so much like me.“I did,” he finally
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