When Mom told me she was getting married again, I thought it was a joke. She was always falling too fast, trusting too easily. But this time, she looked... different. Glowing, almost. "His name is Damian," she said. "He's special, Tiana."
Special turned out to be an understatement.
Damian Blake walked into our lives like a scene from a movie-tailored suit, smooth baritone voice, eyes that didn't blink too much. He was effortlessly polite, never raised his voice, and always remembered to bring flowers. The neighbors adored him. My friends? Swooning. Even I had to admit-he looked like a man who could command a room and destroy it, all without wrinkling his shirt.
But something about him felt... hollow. Like he was playing a part. Too polished. Too clean.
He moved in within two weeks.
At first, everything seemed perfect. He cooked dinner. He fixed the broken light in the hallway. He rubbed Mom's shoulders after work like a man straight out of a romance novel.
But I caught him staring at me once. Not like a stepfather.
Like a wolf watching a deer in tall grass.
And just like that, the perfect stranger didn't feel perfect anymore.
It was all too perfect.
Too scripted.
And I didn't trust hi