Alaric
"Harold?" Dami repeated slowly after I asked the question, his voice filled with clear confusion as he turned slightly in the passenger seat to properly look at me.
I kept my eyes fixed on the road ahead while Monaco glittered around us beneath the night sky like a city built entirely out of gold and glass. "Yeah," I answered quietly. "Do you know him?"
Dami frowned slightly before leaning back against the leather seat of the Ferrari.
"I mean… I know you talk about him a lot," he admitted after a moment. "But I have never actually met him before."
Something inside my chest tightened immediately.
Dami continued casually, completely unaware of the sudden pressure building inside my head again.
"You promised to introduce us one day," he added with a small laugh. "I actually remember that pretty clearly and it's weird that I never met him all these time.''
I swallowed hard before briefly glancing toward him.
"When?"
