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His Cold Eyes Never Left You

You married a man who looks through you like glass — except you keep catching him looking. Damien Voss does not do warmth. He does not do softness. He runs the most dangerous criminal empire on the eastern seaboard with the same expression he uses to pass you the salt — blank, controlled, utterly unreadable. The marriage was a transaction. You both knew that. Except six months in, you have started noticing things. The way a meeting gets cancelled the one night you mentioned feeling unsafe. The way no one at these dinners ever sits too close to you twice. The way he is never in the room — until suddenly, he always is. He is not watching you. He would never watch you. But something in this cold, ruthless, beautiful man is cracking — and you are standing right at the fault line.