Chapter 1 – Collision
It happened so damnn fast.... My drink spilling and his shirt got ruined.
I looked up and froze..
His eyes—dark, sharp, merciless—locked on me like I had just signed myself away..
He didn’t look at the stain. He looked through me..
Then he leaned down, his breath ghosting against my ear—
“Careful. I don’t forgive mistakes.”
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Chapter 2 – Warnings
His name spread like smoke. Kael. Dangerous. Untouchable.
People lowered their voices when they spoke of him, but he never lowered his gaze when it came to me.
Everywhere I went—he was there. A shadow, a presence, a promise.
Too close. Too steady.
I finally broke. “Why me?”
He smirked, slow, like he already owned the answer.
“Because you didn’t run when every part of you knew you should have.”
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Chapter 3 – The Claim
It wasn’t a question when his fingers wrapped around my wrist. It was a statement.
His touch was fire and steel, holding me in place like chains I couldn’t break.
“Don’t talk to him again,” he said, voice low, eyes burning into mine.
“Who?” My voice cracked.
His thumb traced my pulse, deliberately slow. A smirk tugged at his lips.
“Anyone. That isn’t me.”
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Chapter 4 – The Cage
He moved through my life like he built it himself.
Every step I took—his shadow was there. Every locked door—I’d turn around and find him already waiting.
When I pushed him back, he only leaned closer, whispering against my skin.
“You think you’re free?” His hand slid down my spine, the threat hidden in his touch.
“I’d burn this world to ash before I let you walk away.”
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Chapter 5 – The Breaking
I screamed it at him—“I hate you!”
But he didn’t flinch.
He grabbed my jaw, tilting my face up, forcing me to meet the storm in his eyes. His lips brushed mine, his whisper sharp as glass.
“Liar.”
And then he kissed me—rough, desperate, claiming. A kiss that tasted like war, like ruin, like forever.
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Chapter 6 – His Ruin
I should have run. But every part of me was already tangled in him.
His hand cradled my face, rough yet unbearably tender, his forehead pressing to mine. His voice broke softer now, almost vulnerable.
“You were never mine to take,” he whispered, smirk fading into something darker, deeper. “But I’ll keep you anyway.”
And that’s when I realized—
He wasn’t my ruin.
I was his....!
