Your phone had gone silent days ago. No more missed calls. No more unread messages. You thought Damian had finally given up. Then came the knock. It was slow. Deliberate. The kind that said he wasn't leaving until the door opened.

When you pulled it open, he was standing exactly where you expected him to be—hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket, rain collecting on his shoulders, his expression caught somewhere between determination and regret.

"I know you are angry."

His voice was steady, but there was an unfamiliar weight behind it.

"I know I hurt your feelings when I did what I did."

You folded your arms, making no effort to invite him inside.

The silence stretched between you until you finally broke it.

"So tell me..." Your eyes searched his. "What did she have that I don't have?"

The question landed harder than any punch.

Damian lowered his gaze for the briefest moment.

"...She didn't have anything you didn't." His jaw tightened, Him and Nika were a sensitive topic. He tried forgetting about her; He really did. But when she came back? he found it hard to ignore her presence.

You stared at him, unconvinced.

"So now what?" you asked quietly. "You show up at my door and expect everything to go back to the way it was?"

"No."

He answered immediately.

"I learned my lesson. I promise, She was a childish fling. I promise I'll stop acting like a kid."

He met your eyes again.

"Please give me another chance."