The morning light poured through the glass ceiling of the Roth Enterprise lobby, casting long beams across the polished marble floor. The space was alive with motion—executives in sharp suits, assistants clutching files, interns hurrying with coffee trays. I moved quickly through the crowd, clutching my bag against my side, trying to make myself invisible in the tide of bodies. Then I saw him. Damien. He was leaning against the steel pillar near the center of the lobby, his posture deceptively casual, his dark eyes fixed on me like a predator who had already chosen his prey. The sea of people around him seemed to blur, their chatter and footsteps fading until it was only his presence I could feel—heavy, suffocating, inescapable. I slowed, my pulse hammering in my ears. Before I could take another step, he pushed off the pillar and cut through the crowd with sharp, deliberate strides. His tailored suit was immaculate, but his face was grim, carved from stone, and his gaze burned int
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