"The Mysterious Offer"

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“I’m not interested in your… arrangement.”

He stepped closer, eyes scanning my exhausted face.

“You’ve been walking all day,” he observed.

“How many rejections today?”

“Enough,” I snapped. “I don’t need your pity or your money.”

Damon tilted his head, a small smile playing on his lips.

“It’s not pity, little one. It’s an offer. A very generous one.”

I crossed my arms. “I’m not selling my body for rent. End of discussion.”

He didn’t push. He simply nodded once, like he respected my answer.

“Very well,” he said. “But the offer stands. When you’re ready to stop struggling, you know where to find me.”...