"Aren't you going to finish what you started?" she asked, tilting her head.
Damian exhaled through his nose, a slow smirk forming at the corners of his lips. "Impatient, are we?"
Evelina hummed, stretching out on the bed, the sheer fabric shifting over her body, lifting up to barely cover her panties. "Not at all," she said, though the glint in her eyes betrayed her. "But I do believe you're quite overdressed for the occasion."
Damian chuckled, his gaze smouldering as he reached for the buttons of his shirt. He kept his eyes locked onto hers as he undid them one by one, moving slowly.
Evelina's breath caught slightly as he shrugged the fabric off, revealing the broad planes of his chest, the sharp lines of muscle shifting with every subtle movement.
The candlelight highlighted the scars that marked his skin—reminders of battles fought, of pain endured.
And yet, when his gaze met hers again, there was only warmth.
"You're staring," Damian murmured.
