The door to Damien's suite clicked shut with a soft finality. The lavish space was tastefully decorated, exuding the elegance and power that came with Damien's position, but all Annie could feel was the overwhelming weight of fear and uncertainty.
Ryan, oblivious to the tension, clung to Damien's leg, his small voice breaking through the silence. "Daddy, can I watch TV?"
Damien smiled down at his son, his expression softening. "Of course, buddy." He lifted Ryan easily into his arms and carried him to the plush sofa in the centre of the room, setting him down with care. He handed Ryan the remote, ruffling his hair affectionately. "Pick whatever you like."
