Alina stood close to Damian, her fingers working deftly at the knot of his silk tie. Damian sat quietly on the edge of the plush mattress, his shoulders slumped—a rare sight for the man who usually carried the weight of a multi-billion dollar empire without a flinch.
As the tie loosened, her eyes fell on something small, pink, and utterly out of place on a man of his status: a kitten tie clip.
A small, genuine smile graced her lips. "You still have this?" she whispered.
The warmth she felt inside wasn't just from the room's heating; it was the realization that he still cherished a cheap accessory she had originally bought for her brother, Kelvin. It was a piece of metal worth a few dollars, yet here it was, pinned to a suit that cost more than a lot.
