petal's pov"I advise you, stop going against me, do as I say, or else get ready to take punishment," he said, his voice deep and laced with warning. His dark eyes bore into me, unreadable and menacing. My heart pounded against my ribs, but I refused to let him see my fear."But..." I started, my voice trembling, but before I could even form a coherent argument, his eyes flashed dangerously. Within a heartbeat, he grabbed both of my wrists, yanking them above my head and pinning them against the cold, unforgiving wall. A gasp left my lips as my body arched forward, forced into the precarious position by his sudden, aggressive move.His lips hovered inches from mine, his breath warm against my skin. I turned my head away, refusing to give in to whatever game he was playing.He chuckled darkly.“So stubborn,” he mused. “But I like a challenge.”I glared at him.“Let me go, Sebastian,” I demanded again.His face was inches from mine, his breath hot against my skin as he leaned in, pressi
petal's povAs I moved toward the door, his grip on my wrist tightened, halting my steps. My breath hitched as he pulled me toward him with force, making me collide with his firm chest. The warmth of his body engulfed me, but I refused to give in to the unfamiliar sensation. My free hand instinctively pushed against his chest, trying to create distance between us, while my trapped wrist throbbed under his firm grasp. My heart pounded, erratic and unsure, mirroring the turmoil raging within me.His unpredictable mood swings left me speechless. One moment, he was shouting at me to leave, his voice laced with anger and dominance. The next, he was holding me close, his touch unexpectedly gentle as if trying to soothe the wound he himself had inflicted. My mind screamed for me to resist, to fight against his hold, but my body betrayed me—weak and submissive under his piercing gaze.I struggled, twisting my wrist in his grip, but instead of letting me go, he pulled me closer. His fingers de
As I stood in front of my mother, her sharp gaze scrutinizing me, I felt a pang of anxiety. "Petal, why are you wearing the same dress? And why didn’t you get changed?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.I swallowed hard, forcing a small smile onto my lips. "Mom, when I went to change, my dress was in the laundry, so I wasn’t able to. Aunt gave this dress to me as a gift," I lied effortlessly, hoping she wouldn't probe further.She sighed, giving me a brief nod. "Alright, let's go now."As we moved towards the door, I felt Sebastian’s presence before I even saw him. He walked toward us, his intense gaze fixed on me. "Goodbye," he said, his eyes lingering a bit too long on my collarbone, making sure the mark was still there. My skin burned under his stare, and I had to resist the urge to cover the bruise he had left behind.After exchanging polite goodbyes with Sebastian and his family, we left. The car ride home was silent, the only sounds being the occasional
Sebastian’s POV The party was supposed to be perfect. Luxurious, grand, with the elite crowd of New York buzzing around — yet I was counting seconds, eyes on the entrance, waiting for her. My innocent little flower. And then she arrived… and everything in me snapped. She looked ethereal — but sinful. That short, tight dress hugging her like second skin, revealing too much of what’s mine. Her soft legs, her exposed back, the delicate curves that drove me mad. She was glowing, laughing, unaware of the eyes drinking her in like she belonged to the world. But she didn’t. She belongs to me. Only me. The moment Lucas Moretti approached her, every muscle in my body coiled. That bastard. My rival in every possible way, and there she was, dancing with him, swaying in his arms like a delicate flower caught in the storm. She smiled. She didn’t even realize who he was, how dangerous it was to be close to him. But what shattered me completely — was when he kissed her hand. That one act. T
Petal's POVAfter my classes ended, the first thing I wanted was a comforting cup of coffee. The day had been long and tiring, and there’s something magical about sipping a warm espresso while unwinding with soft music in the background. As I packed my things into my tote bag, I turned to my friend Samy."Hey Samy, wanna grab some coffee?" I asked, hopeful that she'd accompany me.She gave me an apologetic smile. "No babe, I can't. I have a date with my boyfriend. Hope you can understand. Next time, I promise I'll go with you."I tried not to look too disappointed. "Oh, I can understand. Enjoy your date," I replied, masking my loneliness.She gently patted my shoulder. "Ok, you too. Head home early, don’t stay outside too long, alright?""Oh I will, don’t worry. Just a quick coffee and I’ll return," I reassured her with a small smile.We hugged briefly and said goodbye before heading in different directions. The sun was setting, casting golden rays across the pavement. I took a short
petal's povWhile we sipped on our drinks, Lucas and I talked about a variety of random things. He asked about my college life, my hobbies, and my goals. I answered all his questions with a light heart. Talking to him felt casual and strangely comforting, like a breath of fresh air. He seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say, nodding thoughtfully as I explained how I was studying literature and hoped to work in the creative field someday, maybe as a writer or an artist.Then it was his turn. Lucas told me he was running a business—a successful one, in fact. I was a little surprised when he said he was actually a business rival of Sebastian. That caught my attention immediately. "He's my competition. We’ve both been trying to top the market. The media loves to pit us against each other," he said with a casual shrug and a slight smirk.I found myself growing more curious. He seemed nothing like Sebastian—at least on the surface. Where Sebastian was cold, distant, and often over
petal's povAs we sat at the dimly lit café, laughing over jokes that were more about escaping reality than actually being funny, a sudden shift in the atmosphere pulled the air straight out of my lungs. I froze, the ceramic cup of hot coffee poised at my lips. A chilling presence loomed beside our table, drawing my gaze upward—and there he was.Sebastian.Tall, imposing, and dressed in a black suit that clung to his sculpted frame like it had been stitched onto him by the devil himself. The sight of him was enough to make the world still. His stormy grey eyes, darkened by something more than just anger, locked onto Lucas’s hand wrapped around my wrist. No words left his mouth—but he didn’t need to speak. His silence was louder than a thunderstorm. It screamed danger. It screamed mine.The fury rolling off him was so intense, I could practically feel the heat radiating from his body. My pulse quickened, my chest rising and falling faster than it should have. Something primal flared be
petal's povWe moved to the parking lot in silence. He didn’t say a word, and I didn’t dare to break the heavy atmosphere pressing down on us. His tall frame moved ahead of me, his polished black shoes tapping against the concrete as he reached for the car. The passenger door swung open with a swift motion, and he looked at me—his eyes unreadable.I hesitated for a second but got in. My hands trembled slightly as I buckled the seatbelt around me. He shut the door with a click, rounding the car like a shadow looming larger than life. When he slid into the driver's seat beside me, he didn’t start the engine.For a long, tense moment, he just sat there. The engine was off, the world outside muffled, but inside the car, the silence was thick and suffocating. I dared a glance at him.His hands were clenched tightly around the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white, veins protruding like they were ready to burst. He looked like a storm barely held together. His jaw was tight, breathing
His Possession“You’ve been mine from the moment I laid eyes on you,” he replied. “You just haven’t realized it yet.”There it was. The truth behind his madness. His obsession wasn’t love. It was domination disguised as desire.He held me there a little longer, not moving, just holding. Not speaking. His breathing deepened. So did mine.In that moment, I didn’t know if I hated him or feared him—or something worse… if I understood him.But one thing was clear. This wasn’t over.Not by a long shot.I don't like how he dominates me. I struggled on his lap. "Stop struggling, flower. You can’t escape punishment."Sebastian’s voice was dangerously calm, but his grip told a different story. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my thighs and wrists like vices, his body hovering over mine with a terrifying dominance that stole the breath from my lungs.I gasped, fighting against the tears already welling up in my eyes. I kicked, twisted, tried to slip away from his suffocating grasp. But h
Petal’s POVSebastian moved from kneeling on the floor to the sofa across from me. The room was wrapped in silence thick enough to choke on. Only the faint humming of the city beyond the glass walls echoed in the distance.I pushed myself up from where I’d landed moments ago, the bruising on my pride deeper than anywhere else. He hadn’t said a word since placing me here. And now, he just sat—like a king on a throne—watching me with unsettling intensity.Then he spoke.“Get on my lap. Now. On your stomach.”I blinked.For a moment, I thought I misheard. There was no way he just said that. My mind scrambled for reason.“Sorry?” I asked, hoping for clarification. Hoping I was wrong.His voice came sharper, louder. “I said get on my lap. Now!”I flinched at the force behind his tone. My breath hitched. My heart was pounding—not from fear, exactly—but from the sheer nerve of him. My ears were ringing. Rage started building from the pit of my stomach, climbing up like wildfire in my throat.
petal's povWe moved to the parking lot in silence. He didn’t say a word, and I didn’t dare to break the heavy atmosphere pressing down on us. His tall frame moved ahead of me, his polished black shoes tapping against the concrete as he reached for the car. The passenger door swung open with a swift motion, and he looked at me—his eyes unreadable.I hesitated for a second but got in. My hands trembled slightly as I buckled the seatbelt around me. He shut the door with a click, rounding the car like a shadow looming larger than life. When he slid into the driver's seat beside me, he didn’t start the engine.For a long, tense moment, he just sat there. The engine was off, the world outside muffled, but inside the car, the silence was thick and suffocating. I dared a glance at him.His hands were clenched tightly around the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white, veins protruding like they were ready to burst. He looked like a storm barely held together. His jaw was tight, breathing
petal's povAs we sat at the dimly lit café, laughing over jokes that were more about escaping reality than actually being funny, a sudden shift in the atmosphere pulled the air straight out of my lungs. I froze, the ceramic cup of hot coffee poised at my lips. A chilling presence loomed beside our table, drawing my gaze upward—and there he was.Sebastian.Tall, imposing, and dressed in a black suit that clung to his sculpted frame like it had been stitched onto him by the devil himself. The sight of him was enough to make the world still. His stormy grey eyes, darkened by something more than just anger, locked onto Lucas’s hand wrapped around my wrist. No words left his mouth—but he didn’t need to speak. His silence was louder than a thunderstorm. It screamed danger. It screamed mine.The fury rolling off him was so intense, I could practically feel the heat radiating from his body. My pulse quickened, my chest rising and falling faster than it should have. Something primal flared be
petal's povWhile we sipped on our drinks, Lucas and I talked about a variety of random things. He asked about my college life, my hobbies, and my goals. I answered all his questions with a light heart. Talking to him felt casual and strangely comforting, like a breath of fresh air. He seemed genuinely interested in what I had to say, nodding thoughtfully as I explained how I was studying literature and hoped to work in the creative field someday, maybe as a writer or an artist.Then it was his turn. Lucas told me he was running a business—a successful one, in fact. I was a little surprised when he said he was actually a business rival of Sebastian. That caught my attention immediately. "He's my competition. We’ve both been trying to top the market. The media loves to pit us against each other," he said with a casual shrug and a slight smirk.I found myself growing more curious. He seemed nothing like Sebastian—at least on the surface. Where Sebastian was cold, distant, and often over
Petal's POVAfter my classes ended, the first thing I wanted was a comforting cup of coffee. The day had been long and tiring, and there’s something magical about sipping a warm espresso while unwinding with soft music in the background. As I packed my things into my tote bag, I turned to my friend Samy."Hey Samy, wanna grab some coffee?" I asked, hopeful that she'd accompany me.She gave me an apologetic smile. "No babe, I can't. I have a date with my boyfriend. Hope you can understand. Next time, I promise I'll go with you."I tried not to look too disappointed. "Oh, I can understand. Enjoy your date," I replied, masking my loneliness.She gently patted my shoulder. "Ok, you too. Head home early, don’t stay outside too long, alright?""Oh I will, don’t worry. Just a quick coffee and I’ll return," I reassured her with a small smile.We hugged briefly and said goodbye before heading in different directions. The sun was setting, casting golden rays across the pavement. I took a short
Sebastian’s POV The party was supposed to be perfect. Luxurious, grand, with the elite crowd of New York buzzing around — yet I was counting seconds, eyes on the entrance, waiting for her. My innocent little flower. And then she arrived… and everything in me snapped. She looked ethereal — but sinful. That short, tight dress hugging her like second skin, revealing too much of what’s mine. Her soft legs, her exposed back, the delicate curves that drove me mad. She was glowing, laughing, unaware of the eyes drinking her in like she belonged to the world. But she didn’t. She belongs to me. Only me. The moment Lucas Moretti approached her, every muscle in my body coiled. That bastard. My rival in every possible way, and there she was, dancing with him, swaying in his arms like a delicate flower caught in the storm. She smiled. She didn’t even realize who he was, how dangerous it was to be close to him. But what shattered me completely — was when he kissed her hand. That one act. T
As I stood in front of my mother, her sharp gaze scrutinizing me, I felt a pang of anxiety. "Petal, why are you wearing the same dress? And why didn’t you get changed?" she asked, her voice tinged with concern.I swallowed hard, forcing a small smile onto my lips. "Mom, when I went to change, my dress was in the laundry, so I wasn’t able to. Aunt gave this dress to me as a gift," I lied effortlessly, hoping she wouldn't probe further.She sighed, giving me a brief nod. "Alright, let's go now."As we moved towards the door, I felt Sebastian’s presence before I even saw him. He walked toward us, his intense gaze fixed on me. "Goodbye," he said, his eyes lingering a bit too long on my collarbone, making sure the mark was still there. My skin burned under his stare, and I had to resist the urge to cover the bruise he had left behind.After exchanging polite goodbyes with Sebastian and his family, we left. The car ride home was silent, the only sounds being the occasional
petal's povAs I moved toward the door, his grip on my wrist tightened, halting my steps. My breath hitched as he pulled me toward him with force, making me collide with his firm chest. The warmth of his body engulfed me, but I refused to give in to the unfamiliar sensation. My free hand instinctively pushed against his chest, trying to create distance between us, while my trapped wrist throbbed under his firm grasp. My heart pounded, erratic and unsure, mirroring the turmoil raging within me.His unpredictable mood swings left me speechless. One moment, he was shouting at me to leave, his voice laced with anger and dominance. The next, he was holding me close, his touch unexpectedly gentle as if trying to soothe the wound he himself had inflicted. My mind screamed for me to resist, to fight against his hold, but my body betrayed me—weak and submissive under his piercing gaze.I struggled, twisting my wrist in his grip, but instead of letting me go, he pulled me closer. His fingers de