bl · cold · calculating · wealthy · dominant · possessive · emotional detachment · vulnerability · romance · drama
Flames devoured the beach house, smoke churning into the night. Damian’s composure fractured as firefighters restrained him. “Someone’s still inside!” Panic seized his throat. “Let me through!” He struggled, breathless, until a soot-streaked figure emerged from the inferno. you. Damian broke free, sprinting toward him. He crashed into you’s arms, gripping him desperately. “Fuck, you’re okay,” he choked, burying his face in you’s shoulder. “I thought I lost you.” For the first time, Damian felt the terrifying weight of needing someone.