The sun hadn't fully risen, but Damon was already awake.
He stared at the ceiling for a long while, lying still. The room was dim and quiet, but his body was tense. His hand was resting on his chest. It trembled.
Not violently. Just enough to notice.
He slowly lifted it up and looked at it. The nerves were there.
Today, he was getting married.
He sat up, ran a hand through his hair, and swung his legs over the side of the bed. The air was cool on his skin. He stood, stretched once, and walked to the bathroom in silence.
The shower water ran hot as he stepped in. Steam quickly filled the space. He stood under the stream, letting the water soak his skin and calm his thoughts.
It helped.
A lot had happened in his life, fights, chaos, victory, heartbreak. But this was different.
This was permanent in a way no championship ever was. And for Damon, that permanence wasn't something to run from.
He just needed a moment to breathe.
