The pen clattered against the table when she finally dropped it.Amara stared at her signature - black ink curling at the bottom of the page, sealing something she couldn’t yet name. Her hand trembled, her chest felt hollow, and a strange numbness spread through her. It was done.She didn’t know whether to laugh or scream.The air seemed to shift, as though the house itself had been waiting for her choice. Somewhere upstairs, she heard footsteps - slow, steady, deliberate. She didn’t need to see him to know who it was.Damian always moved like someone who already owned the ground he walked on.The door opened without a knock.He took in the scene - the contract on the table, the pen beside it, her shaking hands. His expression didn’t change, but something in his shoulders eased, barely perceptible.“So,” he said quietly. “You signed.”She looked up, the words sharp on her tongue. “Congratulations. You win.”He didn’t flinch. “It’s not a game, Amara.”“Could’ve fooled me.”Damian stepp
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