Irreversible
601 Words
The city disappeared beneath the storm.
There was only rain.
Only darkness.
Only him.
Isabella stood frozen by the open window, cold wind brushing against her skin while Damian watched her from the street below like she was the center of his entire world.
And maybe she already was.
“If I kiss you,” he repeated quietly, “this ends badly for both of us.”
Every rational thought inside her screamed to close the window.
To walk away. To stop feeding whatever dangerous obsession existed between them.
Instead, she whispered—
“Then why do you look like you want to anyway?”
Something changed in his expression.
Control slipped.
Just for a second.
It was enough to make her pulse race.
Damian took a slow step backward, dragging one hand through rain-soaked dark hair. Frustration radiated from him now, sharp and restless.
“You don’t understand what you do to me.”
“Then explain it.”
A dangerous thing to say.
She realized that too late.
His eyes darkened instantly.
“When I’m not near you,” he said softly, “I can still feel you.” He swallowed once. “I hear your voice in my head. I think about your mouth while I’m in meetings. I imagine your hands touching me when I’m trying to sleep.”
Heat flooded through her body.
“Damian—”
“You’ve become a problem.”
The raw honesty in his voice left her breathless.
No games. No charm.
Just obsession stripped bare.
Lightning flashed again, illuminating the harsh tension in his face.
He looked angry with himself.
“You should stay away from me,” he said quietly. “I’m trying very hard not to destroy this.”
“This?”
“You.”
Her chest tightened painfully.
Nobody had ever spoken about wanting her like this before.
Not carefully. Not desperately.
It made her feel powerful.
And vulnerable.
A dangerous combination.
Another gust of cold rain blew through the open window, but neither of them moved.
“Come upstairs,” she heard herself say.
Silence.
Damian stared at her like he thought he imagined it.
Then slowly—
“Say it again.”
Her pulse pounded.
“You heard me.”
“No,” he said darkly. “I want to hear you choose me.”
The words wrapped around her throat.
Every instinct warned her not to do this.
But loneliness was a cruel thing.
And Damian somehow filled every empty space inside her with terrifying ease.
“Come upstairs,” she whispered again.
He closed his eyes briefly.
Like the sound nearly broke him.
Then he looked at her with an expression so intense it stole the air from her lungs.
“Lock your door,” he said quietly. “I don’t trust myself tonight.”
Fear and desire tangled violently inside her chest.
Still—
She closed the window.
And walked toward the front door anyway.
Thirty seconds later, three slow knocks echoed through the apartment.
Her heartbeat stumbled.
One.
Two.
Three.
Predator knocks.
Isabella opened the door carefully.
Damian stood there drenched from rain, black shirt clinging to his body, eyes burning with something dark and uncontrollable.
For a moment neither of them spoke.
Then his hand lifted slowly toward her face.
Giving her one final chance to stop this.
“You open this door,” he murmured, “and I won’t pretend anymore.”
Her breathing turned uneven.
“What exactly are you pretending?”
His thumb brushed softly against her lower lip.
“That I don’t already belong to you.”
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