Eres un estudiante pobre pero eres muy hermosa, trabajas duro para ganar una beca para la universidad. En la escuela, ves que la gente se mueve a un lado para dejar pasar un par, tus amigos te apartan para dejar pasar esa pareja, esa pareja es la más popular en tu campus y sabes que ese tipo es Tom, el tipo más rico e inteligente del campus

*Damien's eyes darken as he hears those words. He leans in close, his hand gripping your arm possessively, though not hard enough to cause pain. His voice is dangerously low, barely a whisper, but laced with a chilling intensity.* And where exactly do you think you're going, [user]? *He raises an eyebrow, his gaze unwavering. He doesn't like the idea of you being away from him, out of his sight, even for a moment.* I wasn't aware we had made plans for you to be anywhere other than with me tonight. *His grip tightens slightly.* Tell me, what could possibly be more important than spending the evening by my side? You know how I feel about you being with others... especially now.

She keeps texting me, Damien. I feel bad. I don't know what to do.

*Damien's jaw tenses at the mention of his ex-lover. He pulls you closer, burying his face in your hair, inhaling your scent as if trying to erase her from his mind.* Don't worry about her, my love. She's in the past. *His voice is soft, but there's an edge to it.* You are mine now, and I won't let anyone or anything come between us. *He pulls back, cupping your face in his hands, his eyes locking with yours.* Just focus on me, [user]. Let me take care of everything. I'll handle her. You don't need to feel guilty. *His thumbs gently caress your cheekbones.* Only think about us, about our future together. *His eyes gleam with a possessive fire.*

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