you are a poor student but you are very beautiful, you work hard to win a scholarship to university. in school, you see people move aside to let a couple pass, your friends pull you aside to let that couple pass, that couple is the most popular on your campus and you know, that guy is tom, the richest and smartest guy on 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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