CRUEL OBSESSION

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CHAPTER 35 — THE STORM BEFORE CONFESSION

The penthouse was quiet, almost unnervingly so.

Sienna sat on the edge of the sofa, her legs curled beneath her, a book in her hands she wasn’t really reading. The soft glow of the table lamp didn’t warm her, didn’t distract her from the ache in her chest, or the memory of the family dinner.

Damien hadn’t spoken a word since that night. Not even a glance that suggested concern. Not even the smallest attempt to bridge the distance.

And yet, she felt his presence everywhere.

A shadow of him in the doorway. A scent lingering in the hallway. The faint echo of his footsteps in the kitchen.

She swallowed hard, pressing the book to her chest like a shield. She wouldn’t go to him. She couldn’t. Not yet.

She could hear him moving in the other room. Quiet, deliberate. Like a predator circling. She stiffened, but didn’t look up.

“Why are you so stubborn?” His voice came from the doorway, low and dangerous.

Sienna’s fingers tightened around the book. “I’m not stubborn,” she said quietly, not looking at him. “I’m just… done with excuses.”

Damien stepped closer, every movement measured. His black shirt clung to him perfectly, sleeves rolled to reveal sculpted forearms. His dark eyes were shadowed with emotion she couldn’t name.

“I don’t make excuses,” he said, voice sharp, but there was an edge of vulnerability that betrayed him. “I… I just don’t know how to do this.”

“Do what?” Her voice was soft, almost whispering.

“Be… good to you,” he admitted. His jaw tightened. “Be what you deserve. Protect you. Say the right thing when my family—” He swallowed. “When they treat you like you don’t belong.”

Sienna finally looked at him, and the sight of his face—the tight jaw, the conflicted eyes, the tension in his shoulders—made her stomach twist. She hated him for hurting her, but she hated herself for the flutter in her chest that refused to go away.

“You don’t even try,” she said softly. “You just… let them talk. Let them hate me. Let me feel like I’m nothing. And then you… stand there, pretending it’s fine.”

Damien’s eyes darkened. His lips pressed into a thin line. He moved closer, and she could feel the heat radiating off him even though he didn’t touch her.

“I’m trying,” he growled, low and pained. “I’m trying to hold myself together so I don’t—”

“So you don’t what?” she challenged, finally standing. Her voice was firmer now, the frustration spilling over. “So you don’t explode? So you don’t show me what you really feel? Damien… you’re killing me slowly. Every time you walk past me like I’m invisible, every time you refuse to look at me… you’re breaking me.”

For a moment, silence fell between them. Heavy, suffocating, filled with unsaid words and unspoken desires.

Damien’s gaze softened ever so slightly, and he stepped so close that she could feel the faint heat of his body. Close enough that her pulse raced. Close enough that the tension was almost unbearable.

“I don’t know how to fix this,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, almost desperate. “I don’t know how to make it right. But I can’t… I can’t let you feel like this. Not like this.”

Sienna’s chest heaved. She wanted to run, to hide, to scream. And yet, she didn’t. Her body betrayed her, leaning just a fraction toward him despite every rational thought screaming to step back.

Damien’s hand lifted slowly, trembling slightly, until his fingers brushed against the edge of her arm. Just a touch, light as a feather, but enough to send shivers down her spine.

“You feel it too,” he murmured, dark eyes locked onto hers. “The pull between us. The… everything. You can’t lie to me, Sienna. I see it in your eyes. I see it in the way your body reacts… to me.”

Her heart skipped. She wanted to speak, to argue, to push him away, but the words wouldn’t come. She only felt.

Damien’s other hand hovered near her face, and she flinched, but didn’t move away. The tension was unbearable, a tight coil ready to snap.

“I don’t know how to do this,” he whispered again. “I don’t know how to stop wanting you, even when it’s wrong. Even when I should walk away.”

Sienna’s knees trembled. She finally spoke, voice low, trembling. “Then… don’t.”

The single word seemed to ignite something in him. Damien’s hands curled into fists at his sides, then slowly, deliberately, he lifted one to cup her jaw. His thumb brushed over her cheek, gentle, careful, but charged with emotion.

“I can’t promise I’ll be gentle,” he said, voice rough. “I can’t promise I won’t hurt you. But I… I can’t let you go. Not now. Not ever.”

Sienna’s chest ached. She wanted to cry, to scream, to throw herself into him, and yet she stayed rooted to the spot.

Damien’s gaze softened, almost painfully. “I’m not asking for forgiveness,” he admitted. “I’m not asking for anything but… for a chance to make it right. To show you… you’re the only one I want. The only one I need. The only one I—”

He stopped abruptly, and the silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken longing and frustration.

Sienna swallowed hard. “You’ve said that before,” she whispered. “And yet… you still let them—let everyone—treat me like I’m nothing. How am I supposed to trust you this time?”

Damien’s jaw tightened. He stepped closer, nearly closing the space between them. The heat radiating off him was almost unbearable. “Then… trust me with actions, not words. Watch me. See that I’ll fight for you. Even when I don’t know how. Even when it scares me.”

Her breath hitched. “And if you fail?”

He tilted her chin gently, forcing her to meet his eyes. “Then… you can hate me all you want. But I’ll keep trying. Because losing you… is not an option.”

Sienna’s chest swelled with conflicting emotions—anger, desire, frustration, longing. She wanted to throw herself into his arms, to let everything go. And yet, she resisted, just slightly, to see if he would actually fight for her.

Damien’s hands lingered on her jaw and shoulders, his dark eyes searching hers, raw with emotion. His lips twitched, almost as if he were about to say something he couldn’t bring himself to.

The tension between them was unbearable. The air was thick with desire and anger, each of them holding back, each of them aching for the other, yet trapped in their own walls.

Finally, Damien stepped back slightly, though his hands didn’t fully leave her. “I’ll give you time,” he whispered. “But… I won’t let you push me away. Not tonight. Not ever.”

Sienna’s eyes brimmed with tears. She wanted to forgive him. She wanted to give in. She wanted him—completely. But she stayed quiet, letting the storm between them rage in silence.

And in that silence, something shifted.

Not words. Not actions. Not confessions.

But the undeniable, unspoken truth: they belonged to each other.

Even if neither was willing to admit it fully.