(Dominic's POV)
The heavy silence in my room felt thicker than the air itself. Lily's head rested gently on my chest, her soft curls tickling my skin as I lowered her into my bed. She looked fragile under the dim lighting, her bare shoulders trembling ever so slightly as her lips parted.
"Dominic," she whispered, her voice like a melody laced with longing. Her eyes fluttered open, and in that moment, my resolve began to falter. Her scent—sickly sweet and dangerous—washed over me, dulling my senses.
"You should rest," I muttered, my throat dry as I made to pull away.
But before I could move, Lily's arms locked around my neck like a vice. Her small hands tugged me closer, her lips brushing against mine. I stiffened, caught off guard as her fingers tangled in my hair, her voice trembling
