The moon hung low over the cliffs, painting silver shadows across the Rossi mansion. Elena couldn’t sleep. Every creak in the hallway made her pulse quicken, every footstep reminded her she wasn’t free.
Three days had passed since Damien Rossi took her, and she still didn’t understand why she was alive. He hadn’t touched her, hadn’t questioned her—he simply watched. Like a lion studying its prey, waiting for the right moment to strike.
Elena sat by the window, clutching the curtain edge. She couldn’t live in fear forever. If there was even the smallest chance to escape, she’d take it.
When midnight came, silence wrapped the mansion like a spell. She saw a maid exit the corridor, leaving a door ajar. Her heart pounded. This was it. Barefoot, she slipped through the hallway, every sound magnified—the rustle of fabric, her soft breath, the faint click of the lock.
Freedom was only a few steps away.
“Going somewhere, Miss Voss?”
The voice froze her in place.
Luca leaned against the wall, a cruel smirk curving his lips. His tailored suit, his mocking eyes—he radiated danger, but unlike Damien’s quiet storm, Luca’s darkness was loud, arrogant.
“Move,” she demanded.
He chuckled. “And ruin all the fun? Damien keeps you locked up like a secret, but maybe I’d treat you better.”
“I’d rather take my chances outside,” she snapped.
Luca stepped closer, his voice dropping. “You’re brave. That’s why he likes you.” His fingers brushed a strand of her hair. “That’s why I do too.”
Before she could respond, another voice shattered the tension.
“Luca.”
Damien stood at the corridor’s end, his expression deadly calm. His gaze swept from her to his right-hand man. “Explain yourself.”
Luca’s smirk didn’t falter. “She was trying to leave. I just stopped her.”
Damien’s eyes narrowed, the air growing colder. “Get out.”
When Luca disappeared, Damien turned to her. His jaw clenched, voice low but cutting. “Do you think I wouldn’t find out? The moment you step outside, they’ll kill you. Not me—the others. You don’t understand what kind of world you just walked into.”
“Then tell me!” she shouted. “Tell me what you are, Damien!”
He stepped closer, shadows wrapping around him like armor. “I’m not the villain in your story, Elena. I’m the reason villains sleep at night.”
For a second, the silence between them pulsed with something unspoken—fear, defiance, and the faint spark of something far more dangerous.
As he turned and walked away, Elena pressed her trembling hands to her chest.
He’s a monster, she told herself.
But her heart whispered, Then why did he stop the other one from hurting me?
Stay tune guyss ..........
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