The morning sunlight spilled lazily through the curtains, but Sienna barely noticed. Her stomach twisted, her head ached, and a strange heaviness pressed on her chest. Something felt… wrong. Something she couldn’t ignore any longer.

The past few days had been off—nausea that wouldn’t fade, sudden fatigue, an emptiness that gnawed at her from within. She had tried to brush it off, blaming late-night studying or stress, but deep down, she already knew: her life was about to change, and not in small ways.

Hands trembling, she reached for the small test kit tucked in the bathroom cabinet. Carefully, almost reverently, she followed the instructions. One line. Then… two lines.

Two lines.

Her breath hitched. Pregnant. At sixteen. The word echoed in her mind, bouncing against the walls of her skull, shattering every plan she had ever made. School, friends, exams, her dreams—all seemed fragile, like glass ready to crumble with the slightest touch. Panic clawed at her chest. She pressed her palms against her face, trying to stop the tears that threatened to fall. How could she face her parents? Her friends? And Damien—he had been so careful, so convincing… would he vanish, leaving her alone to bear this impossible weight?

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. A message from her best friend, Rhea: “Hey, ready for school?” Sienna froze, staring at the screen. Could she reply normally? Could she pretend nothing had happened? The thought made her stomach churn.

Before she could answer, a soft knock came at her door. “Sienna, breakfast is ready!” Her mother’s voice was warm, oblivious. How could she face her mother without letting the truth slip?

A sudden noise outside drew her gaze—a car door slamming, footsteps crunching on gravel. Probably nothing. But a shiver ran down her spine. And then she saw him.

A tall figure leaning casually against the tree outside, eyes fixed on her window. Damien.

Her pulse spiked. Why was he here? How long had he been watching? Fear and fascination collided inside her, twisting together in a dangerous knot. She should have felt anger. Or annoyance. Maybe fear. But instead… she felt something else, something darker, something thrilling.

His dark eyes met hers for the briefest moment, and it was enough to make her breath catch. There was something about him—possessive, intense, almost predatory. Sienna’s heart raced, torn between the danger she sensed and the pull she couldn’t resist. Damien turned away casually, as if nothing had happened, but the air around her seemed charged, electric.

Sinking back onto her bed, Sienna gripped the test kit like a lifeline. Her mind spun with questions, fears, and forbidden curiosity. One thing was clear: nothing would ever be the same again.

The world outside went on with indifferent normalcy—birds chirping, neighbors moving about, sunlight streaming—but inside her room, inside her chest, a storm had begun. A storm of desire, obsession, and danger. A storm with Damien at its center.

And Sienna knew, with a mixture of dread and reluctant thrill, that her life had already tilted onto an edge she could not see the bottom of. She would never be the same. She didn’t even want to be.

Because something told her that this storm, this dangerous, intoxicating pull of Damien, was only just beginning.

Sienna had barely recovered from the shock of her morning when she stepped into the bustling school hallway. Her mind was a whirlwind of fear, confusion, and unspoken questions. She kept her eyes down, praying no one would notice the tremor in her hands or the emptiness in her chest.

But someone did.

He was leaning casually against a locker a few steps away, as if he had been waiting for her. Damien. His dark eyes locked onto hers the instant she looked up, and for a moment, the hallway around her seemed to disappear. Every movement he made radiated control, confidence, and that dangerous charm that made Sienna’s heart pound.

She tried to look away, but his gaze was magnetic, holding her in place. A subtle smirk curved his lips, one that sent a confusing mix of thrill and fear spiraling through her. Why did he have to be so… intoxicating? So terrifyingly intense?

“You look… distracted,” he said, stepping closer. His voice was low, smooth, and impossible to ignore. The closeness of him made Sienna’s pulse spike. She should have felt fear, should have demanded he leave, but instead, she felt… caught. Trapped in a web she didn’t even know she had entered.

“I… I’m fine,” she managed, though her voice was barely audible.

Damien tilted his head, studying her like he could see straight through her. “Sienna,” he murmured, almost a warning, “I can tell when something’s wrong. You can’t hide from me.”

Her stomach tightened. How did he know? Was it just instinct, or had he been watching her more closely than she realized? A shiver ran down her spine—not entirely unpleasant.

The bell rang, cutting through the tension like a blade. Students rushed to their classes, but Damien didn’t move. Instead, he leaned slightly closer, lowering his voice even more. “I want you to be careful today. People… people talk, and some of them might not have good intentions.”

Sienna swallowed hard, heart racing. His words were protective, yes, but there was something possessive lurking beneath them, a silent ownership that made her feel both safe and alarmingly exposed.

“I… I can handle it,” she whispered, trying to keep her composure.

“Can you?” His gaze sharpened. “Because I can’t promise I’ll let anyone—anyone—hurt you. Not while I’m around.”

Her breath caught. She knew she should feel scared, even angry, but instead a strange warmth spread through her chest. His obsession was clear, his attention overwhelming—but undeniably, intoxicating.

Before she could respond, a loud laugh rang out from across the hallway. A group of students had spotted her talking to Damien and were pointing. Gossip, curiosity, maybe envy. Sienna felt her face flush, her secret trembling dangerously close to exposure.

Damien’s hand brushed hers as he stepped closer, subtle, yet intentional. “Ignore them,” he murmured. His eyes held hers, commanding, possessive. “No one touches what belongs to me.”

Sienna froze, heart pounding. She wanted to pull away, to run, to escape this intoxicating danger—but she couldn’t. Not entirely. The pull he had on her was too strong, too consuming.

As the bell rang again, signaling the end of the break, Damien let his gaze linger just a moment longer, then disappeared into the crowd, leaving Sienna trembling, confused, and utterly captivated.

And in that moment, she knew one terrifying, thrilling truth: her life with Damien had only just begun—and she was already caught in his dangerous obsession.

The afternoon sun spilled weakly through the classroom windows, but Sienna couldn’t concentrate on anything the teacher said. Her notebook remained blank, her pen untouched. All she could think about was Damien—his eyes, his words, the way he had claimed her so boldly in the hallway.

“No one touches what belongs to me.”

Those words echoed in her mind like a dangerous promise. Why did they make her heart race instead of recoil? She was only sixteen. She shouldn’t feel this way. And yet… she did.

When the final bell rang, Sienna gathered her books quickly, hoping to slip out unnoticed. But as she stepped outside, her breath caught—Damien was leaning against the black car parked by the gate. Arms crossed, gaze fixed only on her.

Her heart thudded painfully. “Damien,” she whispered, glancing nervously around, “what are you doing here?”

“Waiting for you,” he said simply, his deep voice leaving no room for argument. His eyes softened for the briefest second, but then hardened with a dangerous glint. “Get in.”

“I—” she hesitated. Her instincts told her to walk away, but something stronger—an unexplainable pull—dragged her toward him. Before she knew it, she was seated inside his car, the scent of leather and his cologne wrapping around her like a forbidden embrace.

The drive was silent. Damien’s hands gripped the steering wheel firmly, his jaw tight, as though he was restraining emotions he didn’t want her to see. Sienna dared not ask where they were going, until finally, he pulled up near a quiet, secluded spot by the river.

He killed the engine, then turned to face her. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto hers.

“You don’t belong in their world, Sienna,” he said quietly, almost bitterly. “You’re too fragile for them. Too… pure. They’ll ruin you.”

Her breath hitched. “And you won’t?”

The question slipped out before she could stop herself. Damien’s lips curved into a slow, dangerous smile. “I might, little one,” he admitted, his voice low and husky. “But at least when I ruin you… you’ll be mine.”

Her chest tightened, a mix of fear and desire swirling inside her. She wanted to protest, to tell him he had no right to say these things. But when he leaned closer, his breath warm against her cheek, her words tangled in her throat.

“Why me?” she whispered, trembling.

His hand lifted, brushing a strand of hair from her face, lingering near her jawline. The touch was gentle—too gentle for a man who looked like he could destroy her with ease. “Because you woke something in me, Sienna. Something dark. Something I can’t control. And I don’t want to control it.”

Her heartbeat hammered wildly, every nerve in her body screaming danger, yet craving more. The closeness, the intensity in his voice—it was consuming her.

Damien leaned in, his lips just inches from hers, his gaze flickering between her eyes and her mouth. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered, his voice thick with restraint.

Sienna’s breath shuddered. She should say no. She should push him away. But her silence—her inability to resist—spoke louder than any word.

And then, just as his lips brushed hers, a loud knock startled them both.

Sienna jerked back, eyes wide. Someone was standing outside the car, peering in.

Damien’s jaw clenched, fury flashing in his eyes. His hand tightened possessively over hers. “They shouldn’t have seen this,” he muttered, voice dangerously low. “Now they’ll know you’re mine.”

Sienna’s blood ran cold, realizing this was only the beginning of something far more dangerous than she had ever imagined.