Chapter 104
Tanin was deep in sleep when the faint sound of the door opening stirred her. Her body tensed slightly, instincts kicking in as she reached for her phone on the nightstand. The screen lit up, and her eyes adjusted to the time—11:17 PM.
She didn't even remember when she had fallen asleep. The exhaustion from the day must have weighed her down more than she realized.
Still groggy, she pushed off the blankets and stood up, padding toward the door. As she pulled it open, the sight before her made her breath hitch.
Damian.
But not just Damian—Damian in a bad state.
His usually crisp suit was disheveled, his shirt unbuttoned at the top, revealing his collarbone. His tie was missing, and his dark hair was a mess as if he'd run his fingers through it a hundred times. His pupils were dilated, his breathing uneven, and his lips were slightly parted.
The moment their eyes met, he didn't speak. He acted.