The One He Chose
Damien wanted to protect that light, even if he had to cage it.
But Henry had chosen to fly instead.
The billionaire leaned back in his chair, sipping his whiskey at last. The burn steadied him, though nothing could numb the hunger that gnawed at him now.
“This isn’t over, Henry,” he murmured, his voice a vow. “You can run, you can hide, but one day, you’ll see—no one can give you what I can. And when that day comes, I’ll be waiting.”
His eyes narrowed, steel replacing softness. He wasn’t just a man in love; he was a hunter who had caught the scent of his prey.
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