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Intro. THE NIGHT EVERYTHING WENT WRONG Ivy only went to the underground casino to steal a briefcase. Not to find a man. Not to be noticed. And definitely not to be caught. But Damien Ravenwood didn’t just see her. He studied her. Tracked her through the crowd like a predator scenting prey. When he cornered her in the elevator— silent, towering, eyes burning— her heart stuttered, then sprinted. “Drop the act, little thief,” he murmured. “You don’t belong here.” She should have begged. She smirked. “Then throw me out.” It wasn’t flirting. It was a challenge. Damien never ignored a challenge. What happened next in his penthouse wasn’t tender, or gentle, or sane. It was a collision of two people who shouldn’t exist in the same world— a night that felt like violence and worship at the same time. It was the kind of night that ruins futures. They didn’t exchange names. No promises. No plans. Just fire, danger, and a goodbye that tasted like unfinished business.

THE NIGHT HE SHOULD NEVER HAVE TOUCHED ME 🔥

@Luna(lu)