His Ruin Her Crown
"I'm aware."
"So what do we do about it."
Damian reached across the desk, and for the first time, his hand closed over hers, not calculated, not strategic, simply steady in a way that made something inside her chest ache in a direction she didn't have a name for yet.
"Tomorrow," he said quietly, "we marry each other in front of a city that thinks it's watching a business arrangement. And somewhere in the middle of that lie, I intend to make sure the only thing that's actually fake is the reason we told everyone we did it."