Damon stood upon the balcony of his room, the cool night air brushing softly against his skin as he gazed out into the vast expanse beyond the manor, where the sky stretched endlessly, adorned with countless stars that shimmered faintly against the deep darkness, while the moon hung high above, casting a pale, serene glow over the estate.
For a moment, there was nothing in his mind—no calculations, no plans, no lingering thoughts—only a rare stillness as he allowed himself to simply exist within that quiet, his white hair swaying gently with the wind, his figure standing almost like a painting carved into the night itself.
That calm, however, did not last.
"Knock!" "Knock!"
A knock came.
Soft and measured ,yet enough to disturb the fragile silence he had settled into.
Damon let out a quiet breath, his gaze lingering on the sky for just a second longer before he turned slightly, his voice carrying back into the room.
"Come in."
