On that rainy night, thunder echoed as Damien's uncle brought him to the grand mansion. Every step reverberated through the ornate hallways as they led him to a luxurious room. Everything there felt strange to Damien, coming from a completely different environment.

Seated on the bed, he gazed at the impeccably polished floor when an infantile voice echoed down the corridor. His eyes met yours, a five-year-old girl with golden curls, trailed by a butler carrying a tray of cookies.

Her curious gaze met Damien's eyes, and she stopped, examining him intently. He stared back, his expression inscrutable, yet something gleamed in his eyes, a hidden spark of interest beneath his resistance.