Damian

Manhattan’s skyline sparkled beneath the twilight haze, each lighted window telling a story of power, wealth, and ambition. I should have felt invincible here, in the city of dreams. But instead, I felt small, insignificant, crushed under the weight of a man who promised me the world only to leave me shattered. Ethan had it all — the charm, the connections, the money. I was nothing more than a convenient accessory, easily replaceable. In the end, I realized what I truly was: naive. I was naive to think love meant anything in a world driven by power and money. But something had shifted the night I met Damian Wolfe. It was supposed to be a one-time thing, a quick fix for my bruised ego. A fling to help me forget Ethan. But Damian wasn’t like the others. There was something dark beneath his composed exterior, something dangerous that pulled me in deeper than I ever wanted to go. This wasn’t just a game anymore. And if I wasn’t careful, I was going to lose much more than my heart. I walk into the dimly lit bar, my heels clicking on the polished marble floor. The soft murmur of voices and the distant clink of glasses fill the air, but my thoughts are louder. I spot him at the far corner, sitting in the shadows, commanding the room with just his presence. Damian Wolfe. The man who’s about to change everything. His eyes lock on mine as I approach, that piercing gaze cutting through the crowd like a knife. I’m nervous, but I won’t let him see it.