Perfect Timing

DAMIAN'S POV

I sprayed my perfume, letting the cool mist settle on my collar before carefully placing the bottle back on the table. The crisp, rich scent lingered in the air, blending with the faint trace of aftershave I had used earlier. I paused for a second, taking in my reflection. My suit was already sharp, pressed to perfection, and my cufflinks shined under the soft light. All that remained