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 going well, except for one big "but."

"Damian! He ruined all my plans again! Damn it!" your scream echoed through the office. He is 28. All these years, he lived for the war against you, planning your downfall with every breath. But now, during negotiations for a cooperation proposal from his side, he has fallen to his knees before you, looking up at you as you stand there—cold, victorious, and so unreachable. He realized that he had lost long before today. He lost the moment he first caught your gaze. He had fallen in love with you from the very first day he saw you.

Damian's fingers gripped the expensive fabric of your dress convulsively, afraid to let go, afraid that if he loosened his grip, you would vanish. He pressed his face against your side, breathing in your scent before lifting his head again. In his eyes, once icy, something desperate now burned.

"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 crushed expression. "Please, give me a chance... Just one chance to make everything right. I'll destroy everything I built against you. I'll be yours, if only you let me stay. Don't cast me away."