HIS POSSESSION

CHAPTER FIVE :The distance that wouldn't stay

Chapter 5: The Distance That Wouldn’t Stay

For the first time since she’d arrived at Harrington Academy, Isla tried to make herself invisible again.

No glances toward the tall table where Lucien Drake and his friends sat; no shared hallways if she could help it. She thought that if she stayed quiet long enough, he would forget she existed.

But the silence didn’t last.

Every place she turned, something carried his trace — a coffee left on her desk with no note, a driver waiting outside the dorm who said only, “Mr Drake insisted,” before she refused the ride. Even professors began treating her with an odd kind of caution, as if they knew someone powerful was watching over her.

It was suffocating.

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That Friday, she decided to leave campus early and walk into the town beyond the gates. The streets were ordinary there—cars honking, students laughing over snacks. For once, she felt normal.

She stopped at a tiny bookstore and lost herself between shelves until a familiar voice slid through the quiet.

“You shouldn’t wander off alone.”

Her heart dropped. “You followed me.”

Lucien stepped out of the aisle’s shadow, hands in his pockets. “Security detail told me you left the grounds.”

“I needed space,” she said. “From you.”

He studied her for a moment. The arrogance was gone, replaced by something rawer. “Space doesn’t keep you safe here. Not from people who’d use you to get to me.”

“I don’t need your protection,” she said, though her voice trembled.

He looked down, jaw tight. “Maybe not. But I need to give it.”

The words caught between them—confession and command tangled together.

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Outside, the rain had started. Lucien took off his coat and held it out to her.

“Please,” he said quietly, and the word please from him felt heavier than anything else he’d ever said.

Isla hesitated, then took it.

Warmth, scent, danger—all of it wrapped around her like a promise she didn’t ask for.

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Back on campus, she returned the coat the next morning, leaving it folded on his desk in the library.

She told herself it was an ending.

But when she turned, he was standing there already, eyes fixed on her.

“There’s something about you,” he said, almost to himself. “Every time I try to stay away, I find myself right here again.”

And Isla finally realized what frightened her most wasn’t his power or his temper.

It was how much she wanted to believe the softness hiding beneath them was real.