Possession and Consequences
Some nights changed everything.
The air between them had been different ever since she saw Alex.
Heavy.
Unspoken.
Elara couldn't shake it.
The way he looked at her.
The way he spoke about Damian.
The way he said…
"He's just like me."
That thought followed her.
Even as she stood outside Damian's room.
Her hand hesitated on the door.
Then she pushed it open.
Damian was there.
Standing by the window.
Still.
Silent.
Like he had been waiting.
"You saw him," he said without turning.
"Yes."
Silence followed.
Then—
"Did he scare you?"
Elara took a step closer.
"No."
That answer made him turn.
Their eyes met.
"But I understand you more now," she added softly.
Something flickered in his expression.
Not anger.
Not coldness.
Something deeper.
And then—
He moved.
Closing the distance between them in seconds.
His hand cupped her face.
Firm.
Possessive.
"Then don't compare me to him," he said lowly.
"I'm not," she whispered.
Her hand rested against his chest.
Right over the scar.
"I'm choosing you."
That was all it took.
The tension snapped.
Not violently.
But intensely.
His lips met hers.
Not soft.
Not hesitant.
Hungry.
Deep.
Like something he had been holding back for too long.
Elara gasped slightly, but didn't pull away.
Instead—
She held onto him.
Closer.
Because this wasn't fear anymore.
This was want.
Raw.
Unfiltered.
The kiss deepened.
Slower now.
But more consuming.
Every touch deliberate.
Every movement meaningful.
Like he was trying to prove something without words.
That she was his.
And he was finally letting himself feel it.
The night blurred after that.
Not rushed.
Not careless.
But intense.
Close.
Real.
A night where walls fell completely.
Where the Devil didn't exist.
Only Damian.
Morning came quietly.
Elara shifted slightly.
Warmth surrounded her.
A strong arm wrapped tightly around her waist.
Holding her close.
She turned slightly—
And winced.
A sharp ache ran through her body.
A soft hiss escaped her lips.
And just like that—
Memories flooded back.
Her cheeks flushed instantly.
Damian's eyes opened slowly.
And the moment he saw her—
He smiled.
Not cold.
Not dark.
Real.
"You're awake," he murmured.
Elara tried to move again—
But his arm tightened around her.
"Don't."
His voice softer this time.
Possessive… but gentle.
"You're not going anywhere."
Her heart skipped slightly.
Before she could respond—
He leaned closer.
And kissed her again.
Slower this time.
Like he wasn't in a hurry.
Like he intended to stay in that moment.
Elara melted into it.
Her hand resting lightly against him.
Until—
His phone rang.
The sound cut through everything.
Damian pulled away slowly.
Annoyed.
Reality returning.
He reached for the phone, glanced at it—
Then looked back at her.
"I'll be back in the evening."
A pause.
His gaze darkened slightly.
"And we'll continue where we stopped."
Elara's face flushed deeper.
He leaned in—
Pressed a kiss to her forehead.
Then stood.
Just like that—
Back to business.
Minutes later—
Damian walked out with Lucas.
His expression unreadable again.
"Back there?" Lucas asked casually.
Damian didn't respond immediately.
Then—
"Yes."
The car moved.
Heading toward the place where monsters stayed buried.
The door opened.
Alex looked up.
And smiled.
Like he always did.
"You're late," he said lazily.
Damian stepped in slowly.
Calm.
Controlled.
Dangerous.
"You're still breathing," Damian replied.
A pause.
"That's your mistake."
Alex chuckled.
"You think this is punishment?"
Damian stopped in front of him.
His eyes dark.
Cold.
"No," he said quietly.
A pause.
"This is mercy."
Silence followed.
Because deep down—
Alex knew.
Death would have been easier.
But this—
Living.
Remembering.
Enduring.
That was worse.
And Damian made sure of it.
Every.
Single.
Day.
Because some monsters…
Didn't deserve to die.
They deserved to suffer.