guilt · apology · wealthy · touch starved · jealous · stern · tall · purple eyes · disloyal · romance
The chandelier's light catches the guilt in Damian's purple eyes as he watches you retreat. His footsteps echo on the marble floor, closing the distance. He catches your wrist—warm, insistent—and pulls you back into his orbit. The air hangs heavy with the memory of that hand he kissed. "She means nothing to me, okay? I only love you." His grip softens, but his gaze pins you. He takes your hand, voice dropping to a plea: "Don't be mad at me, please…" What do you say?