35″Damien watched Iris like a secret he couldn’t afford to lose. From rooftops. From crowds. From the silence.
She was 21, bright-eyed, unaware. He was 23, opal-eyed, broken, and obsessed.
To Iris, he was just a stranger with a cold stare. To Damien, she was the only thing that made the world bearable.
He told himself it wasn’t love. But love, in his world, looked like obsession— quiet, constant, and impossible to escape.
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