Racheal leaned heavily against the doorframe, her breath hitching as Damian stepped into the room. The way he moved, carrying the pizza box with effortless confidence, his broad shoulders stretching the fabric of his fitted shirt, sent a wave of longing coursing through her. The dim moonlight from the window caressed his features, highlighting his sharp jawline and the faint smirk tugging at his lips. He was more than just her lover; he was her sanctuary.

“Hey, babe,” Damian greeted, his voice warm and soothing, cutting through the tension in the room. The scent of pepperoni wafted into the air, mingling with the faint aroma of the whiskey and cigarette...