~Bianca's POV~

The silence in the car had teeth.

For five whole minutes, Damien sat across from me, legs crossed, phone in hand, eyes glued to the screen like I wasn't even there. Like he hadn't just detonated my entire life and walked away without a scratch.

The air felt thick, not just with tension but with velvet-wrapped control. Power hummed from the leather seats, the dark panels, and the unopened champagne nestled in the console. Every inch of the vehicle whispered: Obey.

I ...