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Damien’s POV

I didn’t move.

Not an inch.

I stood there—shoulders stiff, hands in my pockets, every muscle strung tight beneath my tailored suit—watching the man cross the street.

The flyer in his hand trembled in the breeze, but his grip didn’t waver. He was young. Too clean-cut to be anything bu...