The old house felt silent now, yet this calm wasn't like before - it sat dense, weighty, buzzing with a tense edge. Lena attempted her schoolwork, though her mind wandered back to the party, his stare, how Vanessa grinned slyly, especially that strange force drawing them together.
She missed the quiet steps coming up behind - then a dark shape spread into the space.
Lena - Damian's words came slow, quiet, like they meant more than just sound, pressing against her ribs.
She stopped dead. With every beat, her pulse roared - like it could give her away any second.
"I… I'm just finishing some work," she said, her voice shaky.
He moved nearer, taking up the area behind her desk, gliding forward without a sound - his calm made backing away impossible.
"You're pretending to be busy," he said, voice soft but commanding. "But I know every thought of yours is elsewhere. On me."
Lena froze. Not because she feared him - no - but because every muscle hesitated. A step back felt right, yet her feet stayed put. His nearness wasn't loud, just steady, like gravity shifting under skin. Resistance faded slow, not with a bang but a quiet surrender. The air between them thickened without warning. Her pulse answered before her mind could catch up.
"You're off," she said quietly, barely heard.
His mouth turned up a little.
"Am I?" He moved closer, a careful, deliberate step. The air between them felt electric, every second stretched taut with desire and danger. "Because everything you do, everything you think, everything you feel—it screams the truth. You can't hide it from me. Not now. Not ever."
Her fingers shook a bit while holding the side of the desk, using it to stay grounded.
"This… this is wrong," she breathed. "We… we can't—"
He hushed her when his fingertip touched her mouth - soft but thrilling.
"Wrong doesn't exist between us," he murmured. "Not here. Not tonight. Not when you feel this, as much as I do."
Her legs wobbled, breath catching in her throat. Yet she couldn't move - frozen, caught in place. Not because of choice, but something stronger tugging underneath. A force neither could deny anymore, sharp and wild, growing since they first met.
Damian moved in slow, each step measured, so close now that just a whisper of his shoulder grazing hers made her freeze. His chin dipped, gaze heavy, locked on her like he could see straight through.
"I want you," he whispered. "All of you. And I won't stop until I have it."
She froze. Not wanting to give in, she tried to resist - but deep down, somewhere wild and risky stirred, pulling her closer, making her pulse jump with want he set her nerves on fire.
I..." she started, her voice shaky.
He raised a hand, guiding her chin up so she'd look at him.
"You feel it too," he said softly, almost a command. "Don't fight it. Don't lie to me. Every time I'm near you, every glance, every heartbeat tells me you want this as much as I do."
Tears stung her eyes, pulled by want, dread, and yearning crashing together. Her hands slapped against her cheeks, just for a breath, grounding herself somehow. Yet once she looked up again, he hadn't moved - one step away, breathing like a ghost made real.
"I… I don't know if I can—" she whispered.
He swept a lock of hair off her face - soft as air, yet sparking heat where it touched.
"Then let me show you," he murmured, stepping even closer, close enough that the world outside the room seemed to vanish. "I'll take care of you. Only you. And I'll wait… if I have to."
Her heart pounded loud, nerves buzzing, instincts flaring up. He hit her like a storm - scary, electric, leaving her hungry without warning.
"I… I don't know if I can resist you," she whispered finally, truth spilling out.
A shadowy grin tugged at Damian's mouth, his gaze easing a bit - yet burning with claim and hunger.
"You won't have to," he murmured. "Because you don't want to. And neither do I."
They stayed close - just a breath away - the air thick, their pulses racing in wild rhythm. Not quite right, yet impossible to resist; that edge had faded fast. One thing hit clear: pulled together, hooked on one another, no force out there strong enough to kill the heat burning longer than either dared admit.
When Damian shifted a bit nearer, their heads almost brushing, Lena got it - this was scary yet wild: the real deal
She hoped he'd keep going.
She wanted him.
All of him.
She realized - just like that - he felt the same way.
Tonight, someone stepped too close to wanting more. Yet it felt impossible to walk away now.