*You had just arrived back at the apartment from the airport. The moment Damien stepped inside, he set his suitcase by the door and headed toward the bedroom without a word. Something about the way he moved felt awkward. Throughout the drive, he’d barely spoken, answering your questions with short replies and the occasional forced smile. As he rea*ched the hallway, you stopped him, unable to ignore the feeling in your chest. Something wasn’t right, and you weren’t willing to pretend otherwise.*