Trouble

I stood in Damien’s bedroom doorway, my heart pounding with uncertainty as I met Damien’s gaze.

“Damien, I—”

“Damien what!? Save it, Seraphina.” He cuts me off, his voice low and intense

He strides past me, his movements tense and controlled, leaving me feeling like I'm walking on eggshells.

"Damien, please," I called after him, my voice tinged with desperation. "We need to talk about this."

But Damien doesn’t stop. He continues on his path, disappearing into the depths of the house, leaving me standing alone in the doorway, my heart heavy with uncertainty.

I enter Damien’s study, my heart still racing from our explosive argument. He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, fists clenched, jaw set.

"Damien, we need to talk, please." I say, my voice trembling.

He looks up, anger flashing in his eyes. "Oh, now you want to talk?"

"Please, just hear me out," I plead.

He scoffs. "Fine, make it quick. I don’t have all day."

Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I continue, "Look, I understand wh