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Damian's car pulled into the driveway of his mansion, the night quiet except for the low growl of the engine.
He stepped out, loosening his tie, the cool air brushing against his face. He was exhausted — mentally, physically. The last few days had been chaos.
Just as he was about to head inside, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He sighed, glancing at the screen.
Isabel.
He rolled his eyes but still picked up. "What is it, Isabel?" he said flatly, his voice cold.
There was a soft, sultry laugh on the other end.
"Don't you miss me, Damian?" she said, her tone dripping with the same sweetness that once used to draw him in.
He clenched his jaw. "What do you want?"
"I want us," she whispered. "Like before."
