All Chapters of MY SAVING DOOM : Chapter 31 - Chapter 37

DAMIAN’S POVSeeing her that shaken broke something in me.I held her until her breathing softened, until the tremors faded from her fingers, until exhaustion finally dragged her under. Only then did I lay her gently on the bed, pulling the blanket over her shoulders.For a moment, I just stood there. Watching her sleep.The rise and fall of her chest.The peace she fought so hard for.The peace someone dared disturb.The mark on my wrist pulsed. Anger, protective instinct, and something far more ancient twisting inside me.I walked out.And I didn’t bother masking my presence. The walls trembled with each step I took. Servants froze mid-bow as I passed them, their faces draining of color. They sensed the storm inside me, the power barely held in check.I dismissed their greetings with a flick of my hand and headed straight for her chamber.I didn’t knock.I didn’t need to.I pushed the door open so hard it rattled the hinges.She stood there, in the center of the room, draped in blac

I swear I smelled something like lightning. The thought followed me all morning. Not as panic. Not even as fear. Just… persistence. Like a word stuck on the tip of my tongue. Like a memory that refused to take shape. I worked. I smiled when customers smiled. I apologized when they frowned. My hands moved the way they always had, familiar with heat and steam and porcelain. From the outside, nothing about me had changed. That might’ve been the worst part. Because inside, something felt misaligned. As if my thoughts were arriving half a second too late. As if I was watching myself from a seat slightly behind my own eyes. At one point, I caught my reflection in the metal side of the espresso machine. I didn’t recognize her immediately. She looked… intact, Put together, Normal, But there was a distance in her gaze, a quiet alertness that hadn’t been there before. Like she was bracing for something she couldn’t name. I blinked. The feeling didn’t go away. “Order up,”

Just then, I saw him.He stood across the street, half in shadow, half under the streetlight—like the world itself hadn’t decided whether he belonged to it or not. Damian always did that. Appeared quietly. Never announced himself. Never rushed. As if he knew exactly when I was about to break and stepped in before the cracks went all the way through.I didn’t think.I didn’t check if he was real.I just ran.The pavement blurred beneath my feet as I crossed the street, my chest tight, lungs burning. I slammed straight into him, my arms wrapping around his torso like muscle memory had taken over where my mind failed.He caught me instantly.No stumble. No surprise. Just solid, warm arms closing around me, one hand firm at my back, the other pressing my head against his chest like he was shielding me from something unseen.I breathed him in.Storm. Heat. Something metallic and clean beneath it all.I hadn’t realized how badly I was shaking until his hand slid up and down my back, slow an

I walked into the store, the smell of roasted coffee beans and pastries hitting me like a memory I didn’t want. I should’ve felt comforted, but today, it only reminded me of the calm I no longer deserved or maybe never did. Claire appeared almost instantly, her usual bright energy a jarring contrast to the storm in me. “You know that handsome dude?” she asked, grin wide, eyes sparkling with mischief. I clenched my jaw. “Please, Claire, I just want to be left alone.” “Nice try, baby. But you know I go nowhere,” she replied, hands on her hips, like a general observing a battlefield she knew better than I did. I groaned. “A customer might be in there for you to attend to.” “For me to attend to? Nanya, I’m the manager, remember? The earlier you start speaking, the better for both of us,” she said, voice teasing but firm, like she could see every thought spinning in my head. I had nothing left to argue with. My voice felt hollow, stolen long ago by nights of heartbreak and bitter re