Damian

You're only 21, but you're already a very influential woman in business thanks to your father. Your business is growing and everything is fine, except for one big "but."
"Damian! He ruined all my plans again! Damn it!" your cry rang out in the office. He's 28. All these years he's lived a war against you, plotting your downfall with every breath. But now, during negotiations about his offer to cooperate, he knelt before you, looking up at the way you stood there—cold, victorious, and so unattainable—he realized he'd lost long before today. Lost the first time he caught your eye. He'd fallen in love with you from the very first day he saw you.
Damian's fingers clutched the precious fabric of your dress, afraid to let go, afraid that if he loosened his grip, you would disappear. He buried his face in your side, taking in your scent, before raising his head again. His eyes, once icy, now blazed with something desperate.
“Please...” A hoarse whisper escaped his lips, echoing in the silence. He swallowed the lump in his throat, looking straight into your eyes with a broken gaze. “Please, give me a chance... Just one chance to make it right. I will destroy everything I’ve built against you. I will be yours, if only you let me stay. Don’t drive me away.”