Chapter 69: Masks of Emotion, 69.

It had been a long time since the butler, Mr. Cecil, had seen anyone exercise self-control with as much discipline as Damián. Except, of course, when he looked in the mirror. It reminded him of himself when he was young enough to feel emotions and old enough to realize that he had to hide what he felt in order not to be destroyed.

Her irritation grew as she watched Damián control his own emotions so masterfully. He must have been a real fraud. In fact, he was one of the best actors Mr. Cecil had ever known in his entire life, the most convincing in simulating innocence and real emotions. So young and already so fake...

Mr. Cecil shifted his gaze to Taylor and gently led her to her room.

"Thank you, Mr. Cecil," Taylor expressed her gratitude.

The atmosphere in Taylor's room was quiet, and the butler noticed the tension that hung over her. He offered in a calm voice:

"If you need anything else, I'm at your disposal." Don't hesitate to call, Miss Taylor.

Meanwhile, Damián remained in his chambers, pondering the latest developments. His expression, which had often seemed impenetrable, now revealed a subtle mixture of thoughts and feelings. The intricate plot he was involved in was beginning to show its ramifications, and Damián knew that the game was far from over.

a journey to be taken. There was an obvious and necessary connection between the two stages. Damián could cite thousands of examples, but he would choose the simplest: the blackmailer, who appeared to disqualify the villain, imprinting on him an aesthetic close to his role, a style that complemented his image.

In the privacy of his room, Damián began to mentally retrace the steps of this journey that was unfolding before him. The precise gestures of his hands, usually elegant, now showed a calculated intensity. His eyes, normally calm, revealed a fierce determination, like the sharp claws of an efficient predator.

He paced the room with determined steps, each movement revealing the inner turmoil he was trying to control. His thoughts were intertwined with the complexity of the situation, and he knew he couldn't underestimate the challenge that lay ahead.

Damián, feeling the surrounding energy, remained motionless for a moment. The murmur of the night streamed in through the half-open window as if the Kadman mansion itself had been waiting for this silent battle to unfold.

Determined to hunt down Astra and put an end to the blackmailer, Damián sat down at his desk and opened a leather-bound notebook. The quill glided across the paper, recording not only drawings, but a meticulous plan - a strategy to lure Astra.

Eagles fly many miles, using their flight, their beak, and their sharp claws to hunt. And they are always very attentive to everything that moves on the ground beneath them. And like an eagle, he had adaptations that made him an efficient predator. It was an equation of time, mistakes, and successes.

A journey to be taken. There was an obvious and necessary connection between the two stages. Damián could cite thousands of examples, but he would choose the simplest: the blackmailer, who appeared to disqualify the villain, imprinting on him an aesthetic close to his role, a style that complemented his image.

Damián wondered: did he want this role?

His fingers slid across the polished surface of the dressing table, touching objects with a familiarity that contrasted with the tension in the air.

"Astra..." he murmured to himself, the words coming out with a weight that echoed through the room. It was more than an unseen threat; it was a personal challenge, a matter of honor that he was willing to face.

Through the half-open window, a light breeze brought the murmur of the night. Damián stood still for a moment as if attuned to the surrounding energy. It was as if the Kadman mansion itself felt the rising tension and awaited the unfolding of this silent battle.

Determined to hunt down Astra and put an end to the blackmailer, Damián grabbed a pair of white pants from his closet, sat down at his desk, and reached for a brush from a case with a leather cover nearby. The brush glided over the fabric, crafting a strategic painting to lure Astra, as Damián was determined to hunt him down and put an end to the blackmailer.

The precise gestures of his hands, usually elegant, now indicated a calculated intensity. His eyes, normally serene, revealed a fierce determination, like the sharp talons of an eagle ready to attack.

The right leg, a symbol of progress and courage, became the support for the powerful depiction of the Statue of Liberty.

As the final stroke was completed, Damián looked at the powerful image that now adorned his right leg. It was more than a work of art; it was a visual statement that said, "I am here!

Adam opened the door to Damián's room and watched him curiously. "What are you doing here, Damian? Looks like he's up to something," he said with a faint smile.

Damian looked up from the leather case, his face showing a calm expression. "Just some thoughts, Adam. No big deal," he replied casually, closing the case and setting it aside.

The closeness between the two created an electric atmosphere that was palpable in the air. Damian approached Adam like a good Omega and began to voluntarily untie his tie as they continued their conversation.

"How are things going with Clarice"? Damián asked, looking away for a moment before looking back at Adam. "What about Astra? Any leads on the stalking?"

Adam allowed Damián to untie his tie, feeling a mixture of comfort and surprise at the gesture. "Clarice is recovering, but still frightened. As for Astra, we don't have much information yet."

Damián paused for a moment and looked into Adam's eyes. "I'm here to support you in any way I can," he said quietly, before resuming his inattention to Adam's shirt buttons.

Adam smiled curiously at Damian's good behavior, appreciating Damian's concern. "You're always so kind, Damián; it's a shame it took me so long to find you."

Damián looked deep into Adam's eyes, a slow smile forming on his lips. "And I appreciate your words, Adam," he said softly, unbuttoning his shirt as he moved in for a hug. However, Adam's temperature was so high that he looked like he was about to start a fire.

The exchange of pheromones between them was palpable - a unique bond that transcended words. The intense glances and subtle touches revealed a deep bond, a mutual understanding that transcended the tumultuous circumstances surrounding them.

Even as he felt Damián's warmth, Adam couldn't help but notice the complexity of the situation. "Damián, sometimes I feel like you're an enigma. Like there's something more to you, something I still don't fully understand."

Damian stepped back a little and looked seriously into Adam's eyes. "We all have our secrets, Adam. They are part of who we are."

Adam watched the scene with a surprised and amused look on his face. "Why am I the only one without any clothes on?" he asked, laughing softly.

Damián smiled a little and stroked Adam's bare chest. A caress that is gentle and obscene at the same time.

Damián, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, replies with a mischievous smile, "Well, maybe I'm trying to start a new kind of seduction."

Adam couldn't resist, and with a quick, energetic movement, he lifted Damián off the ground and carefully wrapped him around himself. Damián let out a loud laugh, feeling Adam's infectious joy.

"What are you doing, Adam?" Damian asked as he was carried to the bathroom.

"Just following the path of seduction, of course. Baths for two are in the rules," Adam replied with a gorgeous smile.

Damián laughed, carried away by Adam's joke. The closeness between them was obvious, and the relaxation of the moment created a light and romantic atmosphere. Adam walked with Damián in his arms, and their laughter echoed through the room, filling the moment with complicity and affection.

When they reached the bathroom, Adam gently placed Damián on the floor, but before they let go completely, their eyes met and an emotionally charged silence settled between them. This seemingly playful gesture had a tone of intimacy and affection that revealed the depth of their connection.

"Thump, thump, thump... Damián felt three strong beats in his heart. Fuck, he thought, what's this?

Damián scratched Adam's back and wrapped his legs around Adam's waist as he thrust into him with full force.

The bed is in constant motion from his rapid, unpredictable movements, and the headboard is banging against the wall. Adam moans and orders me to dig my nails deeper into his skin. Damián complies, and in response, Adam thrusts harder and more vigorously into Damián. Then his body shows signs of the intense shaking that accompanies an orgasm.

Damián feels his body contract and sinks his fingernails deeper into Adam's back;

He contracts his body around Adam. Adam comes right after him,

reaching his own climax as he kisses Damián.

For Adam, pleasure goes beyond the physical; it's a complex and profound psychological experience. The sensations involved in the connection and exchange of pheromones, even in conventional intercourse, are unique when it comes to Damián. They are different because they go beyond simple physical impulses; they are permeated by the intense feelings he has for Damián, a passion and love cultivated by pheromones. This connection heightens the pleasure, taking it to a level it has never reached before.

Adam pulls away and turns to the side, both exhausted, gasping for breath, eyes closed, hair sweating. But a satisfied smile lights up Adam's handsome face.

Damián, opening his eyes to Adam, still showed some doubt. Allowing someone to stay by his side in his past life was a rare concession, something he avoided for his own good. But at that moment, he didn't feel bad about it.

Someone to share not only sex, but also the intimacy of a conversation under the shower, rubbing each other's backs, lying next to each other with a hot cup of tea, and finally falling asleep with Adam's arms around him.

"Adam, can I invite you to something?" - Damián asks some time later, his eyes reflecting a vulnerability that is rarely shown.

- Any plans for tomorrow? - Adam asks, gently running his index finger along Damián's cheek.

Adam raises an eyebrow and turns to Damián.

- Do you have any plans?

Damián makes a tender invitation: "How about lunch together?

"Yes, baby, every day seems like a wonderful idea to me," Adam replied.

The next day...

Damián chose an outfit that reflected who he was. Wearing white pants with the Statue of Liberty on the right leg, he paired them with a classic white shirt that conveyed timeless sophistication. To add a touch of color and accent, he chose a wool vest with white and blue stripes. The vest not only complemented the color palette but also added a touch of warmth to the outfit.

Damián exuded confidence and style, drawing attention to the artwork on his leg. The lunch invitation was a gamble, part of his strategy to send a clear message to Astra. The more eyes on him, the more obvious the message would be: "I'm here." It was a calculated move to defy the invisible shadow that loomed over the threats.

Damián exuded confidence and elegance, accentuating the masterpiece on his leg. The lunch invitation was a bold move, a key part of his strategy to send an unmistakable message to Astra. The more eyes on him, the clearer the message: "I'm here." It was a calculated maneuver, defying the invisible shadow that hung over the threats and challenging the unknown with courage and determination.

Damián, planning to satisfy Astra's desire to return to the world they came from, considered the possibility of literally sending Astra to another world. A subtle threat loomed in his mind, an implicit reminder of his intentions.