Damian's POV

Damian watched as crowds stepped into the heavily and beautifully decorated room. It was the annual Blackwood Industries Charity Gala, the event of the season, where cameras never blinked and reputations were made or destroyed in a single evening.

He adjusted his cufflinks as he stood near the entrance, his posture effortlessly commanding. His presence alone had turned more heads than the crystal sculptures lining the room. People greeted him, smiled at him, tried to draw him ...