Sins of Dominion

Chapter 15: The Thin Line

Evelyn

The next morning, the world outside my window was draped in a heavy mist, the fog rolling in thick and low, making the campus look like a scene from a gothic novel. It matched my mood perfectly—heavy, murky, filled with a tension I couldn’t quite shake.

I had barely slept, my mind replaying the events of the night before over and over again. Isabella’s warning had struck a chord deep within me, but it was Dominic who haunted my thoughts the most. I couldn’t stop thinking about him—about the way he had looked at me, the way he had touched me, the way he had stopped himself at the last moment, leaving me both relieved and frustrated.

I kept telling myself that I needed to stay away from him, that getting involved with Dominic was a mistake that could only end in pain. But there was a part of me—a dangerous, reckless part—that wanted to see him again, to feel his hands on my skin, to lose myself in him completely.

As I dressed for the day, my hands trembled slightly, my nerves frayed from the lack of sleep and the constant push and pull of my emotions. I knew I couldn’t keep going on like this, but I didn’t know how to stop. Every time I tried to put distance between us, Dominic pulled me back in, and each time, I found it harder to resist.

When I stepped outside, the fog was so thick that I could barely see a few feet in front of me. The campus was eerily quiet, the usual sounds of students and activity muffled by the mist. It felt like I was walking through a dream—or a nightmare—where nothing was quite real.

My first class of the day passed in a blur. I was distracted, my mind drifting away from the lecture, unable to focus on anything other than the tangled mess of emotions inside me. I kept glancing at the door, half-expecting Dominic to appear, but he didn’t.

After class, I found myself wandering again, my feet carrying me through the fog-shrouded campus without any clear direction. I didn’t want to go back to my dorm, didn’t want to face the silence and the suffocating weight of my own thoughts.

Eventually, I ended up near the library again, drawn to it by some unconscious impulse. The building was still shrouded in mist, its tall, gothic windows dark and foreboding. But there was something about the quiet, the solitude, that called to me.

As I approached the entrance, I hesitated, unsure of why I had come here. But before I could turn away, the door creaked open, and I found myself face to face with Dominic.

My heart leapt into my throat, and I froze, caught off guard by his sudden appearance. He was standing just inside the doorway, his dark eyes fixed on me with that same intense, unreadable gaze.

“Evelyn,” he said, his voice low and smooth, like velvet. “I’ve been looking for you.”

The tension that had been simmering inside me all morning flared to life, and I felt my pulse quicken. “Dominic,” I breathed, my voice trembling slightly. “What are you doing here?”

He stepped closer, the distance between us shrinking until I could feel the heat radiating from his body. “I wanted to talk to you,” he said, his gaze never leaving mine. “About last night.”

The mention of last night sent a jolt of heat through me, and I had to fight to keep my composure. “What about it?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

Dominic’s lips curled into a faint smile, but there was no humor in it. “You’re afraid of me,” he said, his tone matter-of-fact.

I opened my mouth to protest, but the words caught in my throat. The truth was, I was afraid of him—afraid of the way he made me feel, afraid of the power he had over me. But I was also afraid of what would happen if I let him go, if I walked away from the dark, twisted pull he had on me.