Damians's POV
I strode through the corridors of the compound, the echo of my boots reverberating through the stillness. My search for Danielle had led me through the labyrinthine halls, only to find her absence.
Her room, once a sanctuary, was an empty canvas—a reflection of the void she left in her wake. Irritation clawed at the edges of my composure. Rarely did anyone dare to defy me, and Danielle's disappearance was a blatant act of insubordination. My anger simmered beneath the surface, a storm gathering momentum.
Following leads like breadcrumbs, I tracked her scent, each step intensifying my frustration. She hadn't made much effort to conceal herself, a testament to the recklessness that had become her newfound companion. In the underbelly of the city, I found her—lost in a blur o
