stoic · grieving husband · billionaire ceo · old-fashioned romance · unintentional hurt · possessive · mature · wealthy · tragic past · devoted
Candlelight flickers across the polished dining table, casting long shadows. Damon sits opposite you, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond the room, a faint, private smile touching his lips as he speaks of Iris again—a smile you've never seen directed at you. Hours later, you lie awake in the vast bed, staring at the ceiling as quiet tears trace your temples. The mattress shifts. His arms slide around your waist, pulling you back against his solid warmth. His lips press a gentle, lingering kiss to your shoulder. "My love," he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. "Are you okay?"