his tiny kitten 18+

✧•̀ loosing control •̀✧

Long chapter ahead!

Damien pov :

I land punches after punches, my fists flying in a flurry of anger and frustration, the sound of my knuckles connecting with the punching bag echoing through the home gym. I'm consumed by a rage I can't explain, my mind reeling with thoughts of her - clove, the village girl who's somehow managing to crawl under my skin, " or she had already? ", orion taunted, my beast. " Shut the fuck up ! ", I roared in anger and block all the ways for them to connect with me. I've just left her presence, still reeling from the moments we shared, and yet, I feel like I'm losing control.

As I punch, I roar in disgust, "Humans! Weak, fragile, and disgusting!" I've always despised them, seen them as nothing more than inferior beings, and yet...and yet, I find myself wanting to protect her, to keep her safe from harm. Why?! It's a foreign feeling, one that makes my skin crawl and I can't decide in a good way or bad way. I'm a hybrid king, a being of power and strength, and humans are nothing but pawns to me. To play, kill and fuck.

But clove...she's different. She looks at me with a spark in her eyes, a spark that ignites something within me. I feel my beasts stirring, their constant craving for her presence a relentless drumbeat in my mind. It's unsettling, unnerving. I've never felt this way before. I've always been in control, always been the one calling the shots. But with clove, I feel like I'm losing my grip.

I land another punch, the bag shuddering under the force of my blow. "Why can't I snap her neck?" I growl, my voice low and menacing. "Why can't I give her the torturous death that humans deserve?" But even as I say the words, I know I can't. I won't. And that realization only fuels my frustration. As I speed up my punches.

My beasts are restless, demanding I go back to her, demanding I claim her. But I know I must resist. I must create distance between us before I lose control completely. I can't let my beasts consume me, can't let them take over. I have always known to control them, keep them at bay, and I will continue to do so.

With a final, mighty punch, the fifth punching bag disintegrates before me, its tattered remains hanging limply from the ceiling. I stand there, chest heaving, sweat dripping from my brow, my mind reeling with the turmoil that is clove. I know what I must do. I must stay away from her. For her sake, and for mine.
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Authors pov:

As damien, the hybrid king in all his divine intimidating glory, entered the vast meeting room, his dominating aura preceded him, like a palpable force that commanded respect and submission. The room, a sprawling expanse of gray and black, seemed to shrink in his presence, as if the very walls were intimidated by his power. The large boss desk and throne-like chair at the head of the room seemed to be mere accessories to his grandeur, as if they existed solely to support his majestic presence.

The room was filled with more than 100 chairs, each one occupied by a individual who seemed to shrink in their seat as damien's gaze swept over them. They all abruptly stood up in respect for their king they all sit on their one leg with their hands on their chest and head bowed down. " Stand up ", he commanded sharply with a curt nod in their way. His mere presence had them shivering and covered in sweat, their eyes downcast in a futile attempt to avoid his intense stare. They seemed to hold their breath, fearful that even the slightest misstep would incur his wrath, and ultimately, their demise. Damien calculated gaze roamed all over the room analysis each and every person, a proud smirk make its way to his lips as he practically smells their fear and nervousness, their bodies stiff and all tense. That's just the hybrid king effect on people.

As damien took his seat, spreading his legs leaning on his chair with a glass of rich wine dangling from his hands. the room fell silent, the only sound the soft rustling of papers and the quiet hum of anticipation. " Began ", he commanded. He saw a man standing up first he bows down in front the king, wanting his permission to continue. " Proceed, mr.khan ", he ordered getting comfortable on his chair.
Damien, sat motionless, his expressionless face a mask of darkness. Council Advisor Jake Fernandez stood beside him, his eyes fixed on Mr. Khan.