A quiet so still it seemed wrong. Each groan of the wood beneath her feet, each shaky waver of the flame - louder than before, pounding inside Lena's ribs just like her pulse. She couldn't concentrate, thoughts scattered, air stuck in her throat. Everything in her pulled toward one person only. Him. Damian.
She'd been thinking nonstop since morning - how he looked at the party, that quick touch of his fingers, the fire in his stare, yet the thick air hanging around them for ages. Logic told her this was wrong, totally out of line. Still, deep down, everything warned it crossed a line - it wasn't just risky, it felt twisted, unreal.
Still, her body plus soul let her down for good.
The quiet tap of steps caught her ear. Right then, without warning, the door slid open - and Damian stood there. Moon glow touched his skin, showing off his strong cheekbones, that wild look in his gaze, the kind of energy that spiked her heartbeat. Step by step, calm but sure, he stepped forward, taking up every bit of space around him.
"You've been thinking about me all day," he said, low and controlled.
I... I don't," she said low, but her words trembled. Each pulse, still, sent a jolt through her frame.
He moved nearer - air tight, heavy with want left unsaid.
"Yes, you are," he said. "And I can feel it. Every thought, every glance, every little shiver when I touch you."
Her legs wobbled, yet she held her ground. Fingers clutched the table's side - still, it didn't calm the chaos within. Each nerve, each beat, every inhale cried out for him.
"I… I shouldn't…" she whispered, voice trembling. "We… step-siblings—"
He hushed her, moving in so near she picked up the warmth from his skin. One loose hair touched her face while his mouth almost skimmed her forehead.
"Wrong doesn't matter," he murmured, voice low, rough. "Not when it feels like this. Not when every part of you pulls me in. You are mine… and I am yours."
Her breath came fast, eyes stinging like something sharp was poking them. All those things - the voice so close, the heat flaring up - hit her hard. A loud pull inside told her to back off, stay firm, yet another side, one that's been waiting forever, pulled her closer instead. That piece wanted him bad - not just touch, but everything he burned with.
Damian's look eased just a bit, though his sharpness stayed locked in place. His fingers hung close to her palm - only a breath apart - but it sparked heat, like current humming under her skin.
"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."
Lena opened her mouth a little, air stuck in her throat. She itched to fight back, to push away - but something stopped her. Her whole body pulled toward him like metal to a magnet, so she gave in instead. It was risky, intense, this thing between them - something wild neither could quit.
I… I need you," she said, her voice shaky, nearly falling apart.
A faint grin pulled one side of Damian's mouth upward.
"Good," he murmured, voice low, rough, dangerous, yet tender all at once. "Because I want you too. And neither of us will stop. Not now. Not ever."
The air got heavier, pulses thudding through the stillness. He moved in slow, heads almost brushing, warmth from his breath sliding into hers, control hanging by a thread.
"You're mine," he whispered again, voice a dangerous growl. "Completely. And I won't let go. Not for anyone, not for rules, not for bloodlines. Not even for yourself."
Her fingers shook while resting on his chest, soft but unsteady. Each nerve sparked, like fire spreading under skin, pulling her closer without permission. Nothing else mattered - not the house, not the dark, not what people said - just this moment taking over.
I... I just can't say no to you," she said, her voice cracking, eyes filling up.
"You don't need to," he said softly, his mouth near her jawline, just a light graze making her tremble. Yet she knew - she simply wasn't ready
Her heart raced wild, every part of her buzzing - half scared, half craving it. She moved closer, drawn by the urge, tangled up in what they'd been chasing way too long.
Damian's hand moved slow to her hip, barely touching yet firm, like he had a claim. His fingers rested there, soft but sure, as if saying without words - she was his.
"I won't let anyone touch you," he murmured. "Not Vanessa, not anyone. You're mine, Lena. Completely. And soon… you'll understand just how deep this goes."
She pushed closer, breathing fast, each nerve fighting - yet nothing helped. Still, it didn't count. That force, that heat, that craving - they'd already broken every limit.
"I… I want this," she whispered, voice raw. "I want you."
Damian's dark, intense gaze softened only for her. "Good," he murmured. "Because neither of us will stop. Not now. Not ever. And tonight… tonight, nothing can hold us back."
Their heads leaned close, breathing mixing, hearts pounding together. Night dragged on without end - thick with want, fixations, or something dangerous sparking between the two.
Lena gave in - finally, fully - not just to him but also to the wild craving neither could escape. It hit hard, this risky lure drawing them close despite everything at stake.
The world beyond - the laws, the family ties, Vanessa getting in the way - faded away. Just Damian remained. Her craving stood clear. The blaze kept burning, impossible to put out.
When the moon lit them up soft and pale, Lena got it - something scary yet wild was real now
Not a thing - not laws, not family ties - ever stood a chance against the blaze taking hold.
They were unstoppable.
Consumed.
Obsession.
In that instant, Lena but Damian got it - the risky, thrilling reality of whatever was starting - neither one willing to walk away.