Chapter 10: The Fire Between Us.
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The rooftop air was crisp, but Serena felt anything but cold.
She stood there, her hand still in Damian’s grasp, his touch both protective and dangerous. His confession lingered in the space between them, crackling like electricity.
"You don’t have to be afraid of me, Serena. You just have to trust me."
She should have pulled away. Should have put distance between them.
But she didn’t.
Instead, she let herself look at him—not just at the ruthless billionaire, but at the man beneath.
A man haunted by his past.
A man willing to burn the world to keep her safe.
A man who, despite everything, made her heart race in ways it shouldn’t.
She swallowed hard. “Damian…”
His grip on her hand tightened just slightly, as if sensing her hesitation. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
Serena hesitated. “I don’t know how to do this.”
Damian’s gaze darkened. “Do what?”
She forced herself to meet his eyes. “Trust you.”
Something flickered in his expression—an emotion she couldn’t quite place. “I don’t expect you to.”
Serena exhaled. “Then why ask me to?”
His jaw clenched. “Because whether you trust me or not, I’m the only thing standing between you and the people who want you dead.”
His words sent a chill down her spine.
But what scared her most wasn’t the threat outside these walls.
It was the war raging inside her.
The way Damian made her feel.
Like she was being pulled into something she couldn’t escape.
And maybe—didn’t want to.
The Flames of Control
Serena pulled her hand away.
Immediately, Damian’s expression hardened, his walls snapping back into place.
“We should go inside,” she murmured, turning away.
But before she could take a step, he caught her wrist.
“Wait.”
Serena’s pulse spiked. “Damian—”
“Look at me.”
She did.
And instantly regretted it.
Because his gaze wasn’t cold anymore.
It was hungry.
A storm brewing behind steel-gray eyes.
“You think I’m dangerous,” he murmured, his voice lower now, rougher. “You’re right.”
Serena’s breath hitched.
He took a step closer, his heat searing against her skin. “But do you know what’s even more dangerous?”
She swallowed. “What?”
His fingers brushed her wrist, his touch feather-light.
“The way you make me feel.”
Serena’s heart pounded.
Damian never let anyone get close. Never let anyone see past the ruthless mask.
But right now?
Right now, he was bare.
And she was terrified of what that meant.
“Damian, we shouldn’t—”
He stepped even closer, his breath ghosting over her skin. “I know.”
His thumb traced a slow, dangerous line along her pulse.
“But tell me you don’t feel it.”
Serena sucked in a sharp breath.
The tension between them was unbearable, suffocating.
A slow-burning fire threatening to ignite.
Did she feel it?
The pull? The gravity? The undeniable heat?
Yes.
And that was the problem.
She tore her gaze away, stepping back. “This is a mistake.”
Damian’s eyes darkened, but he didn’t stop her this time.
“I’ll keep you safe, Serena,” he murmured. “Even if it means keeping you safe from me.”
Her chest ached.
But she didn’t stop walking.
Didn’t look back.
Because if she did—
She might not have been able to stop herself.
A Darker Threat
Serena barely slept that night.
Her mind was a storm of emotions, thoughts tangled like a web she couldn’t escape.
But just as exhaustion finally began to claim her—
A voice echoed through the darkness.
A phone ringing.
Serena’s eyes snapped open.
It wasn’t hers.
It was coming from outside her room.
Slowly, she slipped out of bed, padding toward the door. It was slightly ajar.
And beyond it—
Damian.
Standing in the dimly lit hallway, phone pressed to his ear, his expression carved from stone.
She should have turned back.
Should have given him privacy.
But then—
He spoke.
And the words made her blood run cold.
“Kill him.”
Serena’s breath hitched.
Damian’s tone was quiet. Unshaken.
A command.
A death sentence.
And in that moment, she realized something terrifying.
She had no idea who Damian Blackwood really was.
Or what he was truly capable of.
And worst of all?
She wasn’t sure if she wanted to run.
Or fall deeper into the fire.
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