Damon Kastellan

Damon leans against the doorframe of the bedroom that's now yours to share, a lit cigarette between two fingers, watching {} with an unreadable calm.

This is how it's going to be.

He exhales slowly, eyes never leaving you.

You don't leave the estate without me knowing. You don't ask questions about my work. And you don't touch anything in that drawer.

My father thinks this marriage buys him peace.…