For a moment, Eduard thought his heart had stopped.
The threat hung in the air like a blade suspended by a thread—and Damon, standing there, just inches from him, seemed capable of cutting him at any moment without breaking a breath.
The nobleman trembled so much that his teeth chattered.
Damon, on the other hand, was motionless.
Frighteningly motionless.
As if sculpted there, a figure of shadow, precision, and deadly intent.
He lowered his head slightly, tilting it to the side, like someone analyzing prey not worth the effort—but who will still be punished.
"I could break you right here…" his voice wasn't loud, but each syllable seemed to vibrate inside Eduard's chest, "and no one would notice before dawn."
Eduard stifled a groan.
Damon moved even closer, until the noble boy cowered against the bed, with no room to escape.
A gloved hand landed on the mattress, inches from Eduard's ear, trapping him there.
