(Damian’s POV)The night we spent in the shared bed was not restorative; it was devastating. I hadn't slept. I had merely existed in a state of hyper-aware containment, my body's natural heat overriding the sophisticated climate control of the penthouse, all of it directed toward the man curled against my back. Waking up to the scent of him, the feel of his soft, steady breathing against my shoulder, was the final, brutal proof that my control was not merely compromised, it was surgically removed.I am a failure. I am allowing a revenge plot to take root within my own fortress. I am risking everything I built for the temporary, agonizing peace of holding him.Now, I was seated at the head of the confere
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