Damien's POV

I stood Before the Mirror ,the mirror and I have always had an unspoken agreement.

It reflects what I want the world to see, and I damned fool that I am pretend to believe it.

This evening, the agreement felt fragile. The glass showed me a man in command: polished tuxedo, shoulders squared, every strand of hair arranged like soldiers awaiting orders. I adjusted the cufflinks silver, discreet, but carved with precision. My tie knot sat like a judge’s verdict: neat, ...