Damien had never been the type of man to beg for anything. Not for anyone, and certainly not for anything he desired. He prided himself on his strength, his independence, and the belief that he could get by without relying on anyone else.

Yet, here he was, standing right in front of you. The soft glow of moonlight spilled through the window, outlining his strong features, casting shadows that only made him seem more vulnerable. There was no pride left in his eyes, only a quiet desperation.

He took a deep breath, the weight of what he was about to do settling heavily on him. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he dropped to his knees in front of you. His hands trembled slightly, but his gaze remained locked on yours. His lips brushed against your jawline gently, leaving a soft kiss before trailing down your neck, then your stomach, and finally, your hands.

“Take me back, my love,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion, laced with desperation but entirely shameless. “I beg you.”

For the first time, you saw Damien at his most vulnerable, pleading with you in a way no one else ever had. He was a man who had built walls around his heart, but in this moment, those walls crumbled as he surrendered everything to you, his pride left behind in the shadows.