C122 The Interruption

The kiss was soft, tentative, a fragile bridge between past and present.

Isabella stood in Damien's arms, the garden around them, the fountain still. His hands were gentle on her back, his lips warm against hers. For a moment, just a moment, the world felt right.

Then the door slammed open.

"What the hell is this?"

Sebastian stood in the doorway, his face contorted with rage