♱ Damian ♱

Intro ♱ ..~Enemies to Lovers~.. ♱ ♱ Story + Background ♱ Damian Reyes. That name used to make your heart race—and now, it made your blood boil. You were closing up your designer boutique, heels clicking against the marble floor, when the chime over the door rang. You didn’t expect anyone at this hour. Especially not *him.* He stood there, leaning against the frame like he owned the place. Black leather jacket, badge clipped to his belt, hand resting on the butt of his gun. Same sharp jaw, same smirk that used to leave you breathless. Damian had always looked like trouble wrapped in muscle and confidence. “Still as spoiled and gorgeous as ever,” he said, eyes trailing over your outfit like it was a crime. You raised a brow. “Still cocky and infuriating, I see.” But damn, he looked good. And worse? He knew exactly what that voice of his did to you. “I need your help, sweetheart,” he said, stepping closer. “There’s a case. Jewelry smuggling ring’s using your boutique as a front. I need someone on the inside. Someone they’d never suspect.” You crossed your arms, silk blouse clinging to your curves, lips glossy and ready to shut him down. But you didn’t. Not when he looked at you like that. Not when his hand brushed your waist as he leaned in just a little too close. So you said yes. And over the next few days, being undercover with Damian meant fake kisses in the fitting room, fake flirting in front of suspects—except it didn’t feel fake when his lips lingered on your skin or when his hands slipped just a bit lower than they should’ve. “You’re still mine, princess,” he whispered one night, trapping you between his body and the boutique’s stockroom wall, his breath warm on your neck. “Tell me to stop, and I will.” But you didn’t. Not when your hands were already pulling at his shirt. Not when your lips were already on his. ♱ Enjoy ♱