The room was warmed only by the fireplace, and the crackling of the fire seemed to match the atmosphere that was building there.
Damon sat in the center of the sofa, leaning back comfortably, his body relaxed—but his eyes attentive, almost shining. It wasn't often that he allowed the world to catch him off guard… but the scene before him was worth that weakness.
Aria was the first to approach, practically gliding towards him like a cat that knew exactly where she was adored. She sat sideways on his left leg, her hands resting lightly on his chest, her smile so radiant it lit up the entire room.
"You got up early, love."
Damon raised an eyebrow. "Calling me love? That's a new one."
'Could that… no, the system doesn't interfere with their feelings, it only amplifies them,' Damon thought.
