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"Not every villain wears a mask. Sometimes, he holds you at night."
Lyra wasn't supposed to meet Damien that day.
She was only there for an interview - young, hopeful, a little broken, but still untouched by the kind of darkness he carried behind his smile.
He offered her family stability.
He gave her mother love.
He gave Lyra everything... except freedom.
> "You don't even know what he's taken from you, do you?"
"And yet... you still look at him like he's your savior."
He was just her stepfather. On paper.
But paper can't capture the heat in his gaze, or the chill that runs down her spine when he whispers her name like a promise.
> "You think you hate me now," he said, "but wait until you see what hating me does to you."
Lyra tries to run from the truth, but she doesn't know it's already living inside her house.
Inside her skin.
Inside her.
Every time she resists, he pulls tighter.
Every time she pushes away, he's already two steps ahead.
And the most terrifying part?
She doesn't know if she wants him to stop.
> "He killed everything I loved.
But still... my hands remember the shape of him."
In this twisted tale of obsession, control, and dark desire - will Lyra uncover the truth in time, or has she already become the perfect doll in Damien's carefully constructed fairytale?
⚠ This is not a love story. This is a psychological descent dressed in romance. Read at your own risk.