Written by the Devil

They told her to write something unforgettable, so she created a monster. Damien Harrister was never meant to leave the page. Born from fire, trauma, and blood, he was Hannah Carter's most dangerous character.
A mafia king who lost everything and made the world bleed for it. A villain with a dagger in. And hatred in his veins. Readers wanted him , feared him, Worshipped him. But no one told Hannah what happens when your creation starts watching you back. At first it's dreams, then reflections, then pages written while she sleeps. The dagger she imagines start showing up in her bed. His voice whispers in her ear when she is alone. His touch lingerson her body, when no one's around. Until one night, Damien steps into her world, naked, real, holding the very blade she wrote into his story. And he does not come gently. "You gave me this dagger", he hisses against her neck.
"Now I'll use it to split your pussy open and make sure you never write another man again".
Steel traces her skin as his mouth devours her clit slow,then brutal,like,he's starving for her.she gasps, writhers,begs, but Damien doesnt stop.
"This is mine", he growls , sinking his cock in with a bruising force she gasped. writhers , "Your body. Your words. Your fucking soul. All of it belongs to me".
She thought she was an author.
She thought she was in control.

But this story was never hers.

It was always his.