The sun crept up behind the Blackwood place, washing the wide lawns in soft golds and pinks. Yet outside peace only made Lena's inner chaos feel worse.
She perched on the side of the bed, hands clenched together, thoughts spinning fast. The night before broke all the lines she'd drawn. His forcefulness, the way he claimed her, that wild craving - they left a burn inside. Each pulse, each idea whispered deep down: this changed everything.
A gentle tap at the door snapped her out of it. Right away, she froze.
"Lena?"
Her gut twisted. Without looking, she knew he'd arrived. Since seeing wasn't needed - Damian just felt different nearby.
"Damian..." Her words shook, barely above a breath.
He walked in slow, each step careful, the soft tap of his shoes sounding through the space. Then he looked at her - wild hair, stiff shoulders, shaking like after everything came out the night before.
You were wondering 'bout what happened last time," he muttered, tone quiet yet edged with something held back tight.
"I…" she started, hoping to calm down, yet her words shook - "can't pause this."
A shadow of a grin flicked across Damian's mouth. Moving through the space, he narrowed the gap - step by step, steady, like something hunting creeps closer.
"You don't need to," he said soft, fingers skimming her cheek - barely touching, still setting her skin on fire. "Since we both feel the same way."
Her breath came fast. With each beat, with every spark under her skin, she felt it - waiting, aching, scared. She tried to push back, tried to stay steady, yet everything inside worked against her. Closer she moved, pulled without choice by the force linking them.
His gaze grew heavy, focus tightening while he shifted nearer - mouth almost touching her own.
"You're mine," he whispered, voice low, rough, commanding. "Completely. And I won't let go. Not now, not ever."
The words made her shiver. Leaning into him slightly, her hands shook while her pulse hammered fast. That draw, that craving, the hidden heat - nothing could slow it now.
Yet the quiet shattered when a loud ring echoed from the big room - cutting the air fast, sudden. His eyes, deep and steady, shot straight to where it came from.
Vanessa.
Lena's gut clenched. Not just from the noise, but because danger hung close - proof their hidden fix might blow wide open any second. It pressed down, heavy, like dusk before storm.
Damian clenched his teeth. Then, his fingers grazed her skin - quiet, like a shield slipping into place.
"She's here," he murmured, voice low, warning. "And she knows enough to make things… complicated."
Lena gulped. Her heart pounded like a drum. So what's next? she asked quietly, barely able to catch her breath.
Damian's lips curved slightly, dark and dangerous. "We control it," he murmured. "We don't let anyone, not her, not anyone, touch what's ours."
Vanessa showed up in the doorframe, barely smiling, then moved nearer. She spoke soft but sharp - almost teasing - "No wonder he can't look away." Her words carried bite. Wild. Addicting. Impossible to ignore. Can't you sense that pull?"
Lena's breath caught in her throat. She thought about pulling back, shutting it down, guarding the moment they'd shared. Yet deep down, she realized that wouldn't work. Damian stood close, a silent threat at her back, while his fixation weighed heavy - clear message to Vanessa: keep your distance.
His eyes locked on hers, hard and cold. "Stay out of my way," he muttered, voice like ice. "Else things'll go bad for you."
Vanessa's grin wavered, then slipped - just slightly - into something uncertain. She backed off, voice lower now. "Fine… I'm gone... at least until later." A pause. "Truths like yours? They always crawl out eventually."
When she vanished around the corner, all eyes turned to Damian and Lena. Moving nearer, he grazed her side gently - just a hint of contact, sparking heat but staying within unspoken limits.
"You feel it too," he murmured, eyes dark and intense. "The pull, the obsession—you can't hide it. And I won't let you."
Lena froze. Her hands shook - each inch of her skin buzzing, pulled tight by need, hunger, panic. "I... I can't handle this ending," she whispered, so quiet it almost vanished.
Damian's dark lips curved slightly, almost predatory, yet tender. "Good," he whispered. "Because neither of us will. And tonight… tonight, nothing can hold us back. Not rules, not bloodlines, not anyone. We'll face the consequences together."
A thick quiet filled the space, their secret longing hanging tight in the air like a held breath. Still, no one stirred. What sparked between them flared wild - quick, fierce, impossible to slow.
Lena saw it now - clear for once - the scary part wasn't their power. It was that she didn't care about what could go wrong. Instead, her pulse jumped at the thought. Trouble, edge, things you're not supposed to want - somehow pulled her closer. Not despite it… because of it.
Damian tilted her chin gently, forcing her to meet his eyes. "We're bound by more than rules," he whispered. "By blood. By obsession. By desire. And nothing—absolutely nothing—will change that."
Her breath came fast, her eyes wet - full of want, dread, maybe joy. "I... belong to you," she said, voice cracking under the weight.
"I'm yours," he said softly - deep, intense - the weight of his hand landing on hers like it meant something real, slow, deliberate.
The world beyond - the big house, Vanessa getting in the way, all those old rules - slipped away like smoke. Just Damian remained. Their fix on each other held tight. A wild heat burned through them, fierce and out of control.
When they stood side by side, their pulses matching beat for beat, a jolt hit Lena - scary yet electric. No rule, no family name, nobody at all could put out the blaze they'd started.
They were unstoppable.
Consumed.
Obsessed.
The outcome? Impossible to ignore.