Amidst the glittering stars and the dark secrets of high society, Aurora and Damon find themselves intertwined by an unpredictable destiny. In the heat of passion and jealousy, their souls are drawn into a game of power and desire, where past and pr...
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The sound of my footsteps echoed down the corridor as I approached Aurora's room. It was morning, and the sun gently filtered through the windows, casting dancing shadows on the walls. I knew she would be there, immersed in her sketches, completely unaware of the world around her. It was something I admired about her—her ability to lose herself in her own creativity, to disconnect from everything else.
I knocked softly on her door, and upon hearing her gentle voice inviting me in, I pushed the door open slowly. Daylight flooded the room, highlighting the soft shine of Aurora's red hair. She was seated at her drawing desk, wholly absorbed in her work. The sight of her so focused, biting her lip slightly as she traced the contours of a creation in her mind, spread an unusual warmth through my chest.
"Hi," I murmured, stepping into the room and closing the door behind me.
She looked up and smiled. "Hi, Damon. Have you seen the daylight today?" she teased, with that sweet tone she managed to use without sounding irritating.
I moved closer and leaned against the wall near her desk. "Believe it or not, I ventured out of the cave," I replied, keeping my tone dry but noticing the small smile still playing on her lips.
"I'm working on a new dress," she explained, leaning back and showing me the sketch. "I want it to be different, something... more reflective of me."
I glanced at the drawing. She was talented, and I knew that. Even though I didn't understand much about fashion, I recognized the detail, the care she put into every line. Aurora did nothing halfway. It was one of the many things I admired about her.
"You're amazing," I said, more seriously than I intended. She smiled again, but something in her eyes sparkled for a moment. I wasn't sure if she realized how much I admired her, but I couldn't completely hide it.
She turned her attention back to the drawing for a moment, then looked at me again, a curious expression on her face.
"Have you ever thought about being a model, Damon?" she asked, a hint of teasing in her voice.
I raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Model?" I asked, unsure where she was going with this.
"Yes," Aurora continued, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "I'm creating something new, something masculine. I need a model... and you're exactly the type I had in mind."
I looked at her, trying to decipher whether she was joking or not, but her eyes were fixed on me, full of expectation. There was a lightness to the situation that I wasn't used to, but for some reason, I felt at ease. With her, even things that would normally irritate me seemed... acceptable.
"Are you serious?" I asked, crossing my arms as I observed the way she bit her lip, clearly suppressing a laugh.
"Of course! Why not? You have a strong presence; you'd be perfect," she replied, with no hesitation. Her fingers danced over the paper as she spoke, sketching new ideas.
