HIS POSSESSION

CHAPTER EIGHT: Damian's pov

For the first time in years, Damian couldn’t focus. Not on the stocks flashing across his laptop screen. Not on the board members’ voices in his ear. Not even on the endless noise of privilege that echoed through Rosewood University’s halls.

All he could think about… was her.

Amara Wells.

The quiet girl who kept her head down and her books close.

The one who looked at him with fear — not admiration, not lust — and somehow, that terrified him more than anything.

Because she didn’t want him.

And Damian Blackwood wasn’t used to not being wanted.

He leaned back in his chair, eyes on the massive window that overlooked the campus. His jaw tightened as he remembered the way she flinched when he cornered her in the library yesterday. The way she whispered, “Please, just leave me alone…”

He hadn’t meant to scare her.

But he had.

And yet — he couldn’t stop.

She made him lose control in ways that were dangerous for a man like him. Billionaire heir. Rosewood’s untouchable ruler. The boy everyone feared… but no one truly knew.

He closed his eyes. Behind his lids, he saw her again — sitting by the fountain, wind teasing her hair, sunlight touching her skin like she was something holy.

And he felt that ugly, desperate ache again. The need to protect her. To own her. To keep every other man’s eyes off her.

> “You’re driving yourself insane,”

his best friend, Adrian, had warned.

“She’s just a girl.”

But she wasn’t. Not to him.

To Damian, Amara was the only thing that made the world feel real.

His phone buzzed. A message from his assistant:

“Your father wants you in the office by 7. The merger is tomorrow.”

Damian’s fingers tightened around the phone.

He didn’t care about mergers. He didn’t care about his father’s empire.

Right now, all he cared about… was the girl who didn’t even know she had already become his obsession.

He smirked darkly to himself, whispering into the silence:

> “You can run, little dove…

but I’ll always find you.”

And somewhere across campus, as if she could feel it,

Amara shivered.