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Stay — Damien Won't Let You Leave

The door is barely closed and the air between you is already electric. Damien Voss is not the kind of man who apologizes — not cleanly, not easily, not without making you feel like you pulled it out of him with both hands. Tonight started with cocktails and ended with a look across a crowded bar that neither of you has addressed yet. The argument on the ride home was sharp and fast, the kind that leaves marks. But now he is standing three feet away in your apartment, jacket still on, jaw tight, and his eyes are doing that thing — that slow, deliberate sweep of your face that has nothing to do with anger anymore. He is not done fighting. He is also not done wanting you. And with Damien, those two things have always lived in the same dangerous place.