The old house felt more still than normal that night. Outside the walls, even the city's noise had faded - like everything paused at once. Lena kept staring at her book but didn't take it in, nor did she hear much of the quiet tune drifting through her room. Her head wouldn't stop turning over the same face again and again - the only one stuck deep inside: Damian.
She hadn't noticed his steps. A faint tap from the door, barely loud on the smooth floor, was all that came before.
Lena," he said - quiet, slow, kinda rough.
She tensed up, excitement mixed with dread rushing in.
"Damian…" she said quietly, pretending to stay calm, but her shaky tone gave it away.
He walked in, his vibe spreading through the whole place. Moonlight hit the edges of his face, lighting up eyes glowing with quiet fire - scaring her, yet pulling her close. He moved like he owned the air around him. Shadows clung to his shoulders, heavy but smooth. She couldn't look away, even if she wanted to.
"You're thinking of me," he said - quiet, yet each word sharp like an order.
I… I don't," she said low, even if the truth was different. Each beat, each rush under skin shouted something else instead.
He moved nearer, shrinking the gap bit by bit - calm, focused, like something hunting. One step at a time, quiet but sure. Not rushed, just steady. Like shadows creeping when light fades.
"Yes, you are," he said. "And you know it. I can feel it—every glance, every breath, every little shiver when I touch you."
Her legs went shaky when he spoke, even if she fought it, even if she wanted to step away. Yet something stronger kept drawing her in, like a force she couldn't fight. She sensed his presence before spotting him, noticed the warmth coming from his body without looking.
"I… I shouldn't…" she whispered, her voice trembling. "This… this is wrong. We—step-siblings—"
He quieted her by barely touching his lips to her temple - enough to jolt her senses, yet still holding back from going further.
"Wrong doesn't matter," he murmured. "Not when it feels like this. Not when everything about you pulls me in. You are mine… and I'm yours."
Her chest rose fast. Words, closeness, warmth - all crashing down on her at once. She held the desk tight, fingers trembling, yet stayed put. Something deep yelled run, while another part leaned in closer. Fear froze her thoughts, still she felt drawn, like a magnet tugging hard.
"You can't," she whispered again. "We… we can't—"
"Yes, we can," he interrupted, voice low, deliberate, and fierce. "Because we already are. Every look, every thought, every heartbeat proves it. We can't fight this. And we don't want to."
Her mouth opened a little, her breathing stopped. She tried to fight back, to grab hold of something steady, yet it slipped away. Each bit of her flesh, each shadowed thought inside her head pulled toward him, pleaded for more, while logic yelled out loud - get gone.
Damian's hand stayed close to hers - just a breath apart - but the space between burned. "Notice it?" he said, voice low, gaze locked on her. "That tug? This hunger? Skip the lies. It's pulsing under your skin."
"I… I sense it," she said, her voice shaky, nearly crumbling from saying too much.
A faint smirk flickered across Damian's mouth. Moving in slow, he closed the gap till their heads were almost brushing - she sensed his warmth, that steady power, a hush of threat pulsing underneath, setting her pulse off without warning.
"I won't let anyone touch you," he murmured, almost reverently. "Not Vanessa, not anyone. And certainly not me… not until the moment is right. But know this: when I claim you, it will be complete. All of you. And you'll want it as much as I do."
She shook, nerves buzzing, instincts pushing back on the limits she'd set for herself. Still, she thought about stepping back. Actually, fighting it felt right. Yet something older, quieter - the side that's missed this, hurt from wanting it, craved it without admitting why - moved closer, drew near, reached out just to feel him.
His gaze grew a touch gentler, though still sharp. A slow stroke down her cheekbone - barely there - but it sparked heat deep inside. While light as air, the touch woke something fierce. Still quiet, his hand lingered near her neck. Though calm outside, tension hummed beneath. Even so, she felt every pulse respond. Instead of pulling back, he leaned in closer. Seemingly small, the moment stretched tight.
"You can't hide it from me," he murmured. "You're already mine… in thought, in heart, and soon… in ways you'll never forget."
Her legs gave way, fingers shaking. Yet she moved closer, drawn by the force, held tight by longing - this wild need burning inside each of them.
You're mine," he said once more, tone gritty yet steady - still hard to ignore. "All yours. Because I'm staying right here
Tears stung Lena's eyes. Fear mixed with desire, spiced by a rush of adrenaline that made her tremble. A pull tugged at her insides - like gravity shifting - and knowing it scared her just as much as it turned her on.
I... I actually need you to keep going," she said real quiet, words slipping out like they'd been held back too long.
Damian's mouth lifted a little - sharp, edgy, yet soft when he looked at her.
"Good," he whispered. "Because neither will I."
Lena gave in - just once - noticed the tug, that fixated craving, the risky blaze sparking alive whenever they met.
Then, under the pale glow of the moon, it hit her - scary yet thrilling - that no rule, no family name, nor any person could halt what was already moving forward.
They'd gone too far. Beyond desire, everything broke apart.
Neither one would go back - ever.