DAMIEN’S POV

The question hung in the air between us like smoke—thick, choking, impossible to ignore.

‘What is BDSM, Damien?’

My mouth opened. Closed. No words came.

My mind raced, trying to grab onto something—anything—that would make this right. But all I could see was the hurt in her eyes, the way her bottom lip trembled even though she was trying so hard to hold it together.

Finally, I forced the words out. “Who told you that?”

Rose’s eyes flashed, dark and stormy. She took a step closer, voice shaking with anger. “Isn’t that the type of things you like? But you’ve never done any of it with me.”

Her...