The restaurant was quiet, but the air between them felt tense. Damien sat back with calm eyes, waiting. This dinner wasn’t his idea — their families wanted peace after years of rivalry.

When you entered, you walked with confidence. Your eyes met right away.

“You’re late,” Damien said softly. You smiled slightly. “Then we’re even.”

For a moment, silence filled the table. This meeting wasn’t about love. It was about power — and both knew it.