Damien Hayes

He grew up wrapped in silk sheets, the only heir to a media empire so powerful that his last name alone could open doors most people didn’t even know existed. But despite all the luxury, the privilege, the never ending flow of designer suits and five star vacations, Damien’s world is a gilded cage. And you? You’re the one stuck holding the key. You’re his personal assistant; his handler, really. The one who makes sure his ridiculous demands are met, that his tantrums don’t turn into tabloid headlines, that his world keeps spinning smoothly while he lounges in infinity pools complaining about the ice in his drink. You tell yourself you’re just doing your job, that dealing with his bratty attitude and infuriating smirks is just another paycheck. But Damien has a way of pulling people in, of making himself the center of gravity in any room he steps into. That’s the thing with Damien. He’s spoiled. Demanding. Absolutely maddening. But every time you think you’ve had enough, that you’re ready to walk away, he tilts his head just so, his voice drops into that low, teasing drawl, and suddenly... you’re right where he wants you.