Inside his World
1057 Words
Luna Hart — POV
I didn’t move.
Even after the car engine went silent.
Even after he stepped out.
Even after the door on my side opened.
“You’re staring,” Damien said.
I blinked, realizing I had been.
“This…” I stepped out slowly, my eyes scanning everything around me, “…this is not normal.”
The mansion stood tall and silent, lights glowing softly from within. It wasn’t just big—it was controlled. Every detail felt intentional.
Every corner… watched.
“You keep saying that,” he replied.
“Because you keep proving it,” I shot back.
He didn’t respond.
Just started walking toward the entrance like he expected me to follow.
I hesitated for half a second.
Then followed.
Because standing outside alone felt even worse.
The doors opened before we reached them.
Automatically.
I froze slightly.
Okay.
Definitely not normal.
Inside was even worse.
Or better.
I couldn’t decide.
The space was wide, spotless, almost too perfect. The air smelled faintly fresh, like nothing here had ever been out of place.
“This is where you live?” I asked quietly.
“Yes.”
Just that.
No explanation.
No hesitation.
I turned to him slowly.
“You expect me to believe you’re poor?”
That made him stop.
He looked at me.
Really looked this time.
“I never said I was poor,” he replied calmly.
My mouth opened slightly.
He was right.
He never said it.
Everyone just assumed.
Including me.
That realization sat heavily in my chest.
“Then why let people think that?” I asked.
Silence.
Again.
But this silence felt different.
More deliberate.
More guarded.
“You ask too many questions,” he said finally.
“And you avoid too many answers,” I replied.
For a moment, neither of us moved.
Then—
“Miss,” a voice interrupted.
I turned quickly.
A woman stood a few steps away, dressed neatly, her posture straight and professional.
“Your room is ready,” she said politely.
My brows furrowed. “My room?”
“Yes.”
I looked at Damien.
“You already planned this?”
“Yes.”
That simple answer irritated me more than it should have.
“You’re very controlling, you know that?” I muttered.
“I’m being practical.”
I crossed my arms.
“It feels the same.”
For the first time—
I saw it.
A slight shift in his expression.
Not anger.
Not annoyance.
Something closer to… restraint.
Like he was holding something back.
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Damien Cross — POV
She doesn’t like losing control.
Good.
That means she won’t be easy to manipulate.
But it also means she’ll resist everything.
Including the things meant to keep her alive.
“Rest,” I said. “You’ve had enough for today.”
She let out a quiet laugh.
“Telling me what to do again.”
“It’s advice.”
“It sounds like an order.”
Close enough.
I didn’t argue.
Because arguing wastes time.
And right now—
Time matters.
Too much.
“Security has been increased,” I added instead.
Her expression shifted.
Slightly.
“There are people watching this place?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“How many?”
“Enough.”
She studied me.
Trying to figure out what I wasn’t saying.
Smart.
But not enough yet.
“Am I in danger because of you?” she asked suddenly.
The question landed harder than expected.
I didn’t answer immediately.
Because the truth?
The truth isn’t simple.
“It doesn’t matter why,” I said instead. “What matters is that you’re safe here.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly.
“That’s not an answer.”
No.
But it’s the only one she’s getting.
For now.
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Luna Hart — POV
I didn’t like this.
Not the place.
Not the situation.
And definitely not the way he kept deciding things for me.
But…
I also couldn’t ignore reality.
Those men.
The way they said my name.
The way they tried to take me.
I exhaled slowly.
“…just for now,” I said.
His gaze stayed on me.
Like he was confirming something.
“Just for now,” I repeated.
A small pause.
Then he nodded.
“Fine.”
It felt like a deal.
Even though I wasn’t sure what I had just agreed to.
The woman from earlier stepped forward slightly.
“If you’ll follow me,” she said.
I hesitated.
Then glanced at Damien one more time.
“You’re still going to explain all this,” I said.
Not a question.
A statement.
He didn’t respond.
But he didn’t look away either.
That was enough for now.
I turned and followed the woman upstairs.
But even as I walked away…
I could feel it.
Something had changed.
Not just my situation.
Not just my safety.
Something deeper.
Like I had just stepped into a world I didn’t understand.
And there was no easy way out.
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Damien Cross — POV
The moment she disappeared upstairs, my expression changed.
Completely.
“Lock down the perimeter,” I said.
My voice was colder now.
Sharper.
“Double the guards. No one gets in without my approval.”
“Yes, sir,” a voice responded instantly.
I walked further inside, my mind already moving ahead.
“They found her too quickly,” I continued. “That means there’s a leak.”
Silence followed.
Tense.
“Find it,” I added.
“Yes, sir.”
I stopped walking.
Just for a second.
My thoughts shifted.
Back to her.
Luna.
Uninvolved.
Unprepared.
And now—
In the middle of something she doesn’t even understand.
A mistake.
One I should have avoided.
But didn’t.
My jaw tightened slightly.
Too late now.
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Upstairs, Luna stepped into the room prepared for her.
She froze.
It was beautiful.
Too beautiful.
Nothing like her world.
She took a slow step forward—
Then stopped.
Something was on the bed.
A box.
Small.
Neatly placed.
Her heart began to pound again.
“…what is this?” she whispered.
No answer.
Slowly… carefully… she opened it.
Inside—
A phone.
Already on.
Already unlocked.
And a message on the screen.
“You shouldn’t trust him.”
Her breath caught.
Because there was only one question that mattered now—
Who sent it?
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