Damien’s POVFor the first time in months, life felt peaceful.The storm had passed, the world wasn’t burning anymore, and Adrian was back beside me.It was strange waking up without tension in my chest. No unanswered calls, no press outside the gate, no fear of what I’d find online.Just him. He stood by the kitchen counter that morning, wearing one of my shirts too big on him, sleeves folded up clumsily. He was making coffee, humming under his breath.“Careful,” I said, walking in. “You almost burned it last time.”He smirked without turning. “Maybe I like it burnt.”“Maybe you’re trying to poison me.”“Maybe,” he said, glancing over his shoulder. “You’d deserve it.”I laughed and leaned against the counter, watching him stir sugar into his mug.Something I didn’t think we’d ever get back.“You’re staring again,” he said.“You keep giving me reasons to.”He smiled, but there was a shy tilt to it. “You really need new hobbies.”“I have one,” I said, stepping closer. “Annoying you.”
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