Confrontation

A few hours after Dr. Thompson's visit, Seraphina was still fast asleep, the injection's effects lingering. Damien sat beside her, watching her peaceful face, his expression a mix of concern and something else - a hint of obsession.

He reached for his phone and dialed a number, his voice low and gentle as he spoke. "Hello, I need a bouquet of white lilies and pink roses delivered to my mansion ASAP. And make sure they're arranged beautifully, with some greenery and baby's breath. I also want a soft, plush robe in pale blue, her favorite book - 'The Great Gatsby' by F. Scott Fitzgerald, and a silver necklace with a tiny crystal pendant in the shape of a teardrop. Deliver them within the hour."

As he hung up, he gazed at Seraphina, his eyes lingering on her lips, her hair, and her delicate features. He stroked her hand, his touch gentle, almost reverent.

"She's so beautiful," he whispered to himself, his eyes tracing the curves of her face. "So fragile, so vulnerable... and yet, so stro