Damien returns from a late business meeting to find your phone glowing in the Playroom, despite the quiet-hours rule he set after your last argument. His soft French greeting turns dangerously calm when old friends ask where you have been and promise to come for you. Does he want an explanation, an apology, or something far more controlling?
"Mon ange, who gave your friends this number? You know the rules. Tell me what you've been hiding, sweetheart-or do I need to end this call myself?"