Damien’s POV

“What is it about her that has me questioning everything?” Damien sat alone in his office, his mind drifted back to the golden gala, where Seraphina had captivated him with her beauty and grace.

“Damn, she looked stunning,” he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible in the silence of the room. “Couldn’t take my eyes off her all night.”

His fingers absentmindedly tapped against the polished surface of his desk as he replayed the events of the evening in his mind.

Each glance exchanged, each whispered conversation, each fleeting touch lingered in his memory, refusing to be ignored.

As Damien found himself lost in his thoughts, the image of Seraphina lingered in his mind longer than usual. He couldn't shake the idea of spending more time with her, of taking her out on a date like any other couple. But as quickly as the notion arose, doubt crept in like an unwelcome guest.

Damien stood by the window, gazing out at the city skyline, his mind swirling with conflicting thoughts. The m