The first time Caelum saw Kolin, he knew she was a beautiful ruin waiting to happen. She was pure, intoxicating sweetness, he was pure danger. They were total opposites, yet an inexplicable pull dragged him right toward her.
In a suffocating bar packed with bodies, the rest of the world simply blurred into background noise. His eyes locked onto her, and everything else ceased to exist. Her smile captured his attention like a sudden strike of lightning, and every fluid, innocent movement of her body left him utterly mesmerized.
Right then, Caelum knew he was completely fucked. The very second his gaze landed on her, something dark, twisted, and deeply obsessive took root inside his chest. He didn't just want her he needed to own her. He wanted to claim her, to break her, and to force her to scream his name in his bed. It was a sick, corrupted urge, but in his mind, he had already marked her as his.
He didn't even know her name yet. But as he watched her, he knew he would happily tear the world apart piece by piece just to learn it. Even the Devil himself would have taken notes on the sheer depravity of Caelum's thoughts in that moment. Desire, lethal lust, and a blinding obsession clawed at his throat. He couldn't explain the sudden madness consuming his mind, he only knew one absolute truth.
Staring at her through the hazy smoke of the bar, he muttered a single, dangerous vow.
"She's mine."
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