Lyra stepped out of the orphanage, her heart fluttering with a mix of excitement and nerves. The sleek black car waiting at the curb was a stark contrast to the modest surroundings of the orphanage, a gleaming promise of the night ahead.
Damien emerged from the driver's seat, his tall frame clad in a fitted black shirt and dark jeans that hugged his muscular legs. He smiled as he opened the passenger door for her, his blue eyes glinting with appreciation as he took in her appearance.
"You look stunning," he murmured, his gaze lingering on the curve of her neck, the swell of her hips in the form-fitting dress. His hand brushed against the small of her back as he helped her into the car, a fleeting touch that sent shivers down her spine.
Lyra felt a flush of pleasure at his words, a thril
