Who is in the custody?

How she feels about it. She wakes up, welcomed by a dazzling beautiful day, she is greeted by the kindest and hot young men in the house, a calm and peaceful morning, a Man who always waits for her in the dining room, while working with his best friend, a warm smile although most of the time she notices his cold expression to everyone else.

She finds it funny. His expression lifts into the warmest when he looks at her. But when he looks at others, his expression is the coldest. But she has gotten used to it.

Within a few days, she can draw a line of their relationship - Friends? Close friends? Probably, or more than it is.

The beautiful silver moonlight bathes the world in its glow. She steps onto the balcony, fresh from the shower, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders.

Frowning slightly, she leans over the railing. Beneath the dazzling light of the moon, a certain someone is indulging in the pool’s cool water.

Damien reclines at the edge of the pool, savoring a glass o