He walked straight past her without a word. The color from Isabel's face was replaced with hot embarrassment.
Guests nearby whispered, and her fake smile faltered.
Damian's eyes were locked on Elena. She looked breathtaking, her skin glowing under the chandelier light.
He stopped in front of her, his usual cold stare replaced with something darker… deeper. He leaned in slightly, his voice low and rough enough to make her heart skip.
"You look so stunning, cupcake," he whispered, his breath brushing her ear. "And I don't think I'll be able to hold myself tonight."
Elena's cheeks flushed instantly. Her heart raced, and she managed a small smile.
There was heat in his gaze, the kind that said he meant every word he'd whispered.
Before either could say more, Irina appeared beside them, smiling proudly.
"Damian," she said warmly, "I want to introduce Elena to a few people."
Damian glanced at his mother, then back at Elena, his lips curving in a small smirk.
