The Blake estate was a kingdom of its own—grand halls, chandeliers glittering like stars, and servants moving like shadows. Into this house of wealth and cruelty came Damien.
He arrived dressed in plain clothes, head bowed, a simple servant among many. But behind his calm mask burned a flame of hatred. The man who ruled this mansion had once destroyed his family. His brother's blood was on the Blakes' hands, and Damien had sworn revenge.
The Omega heir, Ethan Blake, was nothing like Damien expected. Beautiful, sharp-tongued, and cold as winter. His first words to Damien were laced with contempt.
"Don't get in my way, servant. I don't need anyone hovering over me."
Damien lowered his gaze, his voice steady. "Yes, young master."
But inside, he was studying Ethan carefully. Every arrogant glance, every careless word—he memorized it all. Ethan's rudeness was only a shield, hiding something fragile beneath.
As the day ended, Damien stood in the quiet courtyard, the moonlight painting his features silver. His fists tightened at his sides as he whispered to himself:
I'll stay close. I'll become his shadow. And when the time is right… the Blake family will fall.