Damien Vale
He noticed it first.
The way her hand strayed to her stomach. How she moved slower, rested more. How her eyes—though brighter—carried the weight of something unspoken.
She didn't know yet.
But he did.
Damien studied her body like scripture. He'd memorized the way her hips moved, the curve of her waist. He noticed when her rhythm shifted, when the way she sat changed—subtle adjustments only a man who had consumed her would detect.
She was pregnant.
With his child.
He should've been furious. Or maybe terrified.
But what he felt was something else entirely.
Triumph.
The world could lie to her. Christopher could paint her a new dream. But her own body had betrayed her—etched Damien into her bloodstream in the most permanent way possible.
A child.
He wondered when she would find out. If she would cry. If she would try to deny it, or worse—erase it.
But no matter what she chose, he knew now.
And that knowledge made her feel closer than ever.
She was living in a borrowed dream.
And when she finally woke up—
He'd be there.
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