Damien’s P.O.V
“Go ahead,” I said, my voice low but firm.
He obeyed without hesitation, dropping to his knees in front of me. Since his hands were bound, I deftly worked to unbutton my shirt, sliding it off my shoulders with reverence. My pants followed, and I leaned back, spreading my legs slightly to invite him closer. Castiel’s touch was soft, deliberate—he knew what I liked, knew how to make me unravel with subtle ease.
I exhaled sharply, gripping the counter at the side as his lips brushed over my skin. He worked slow, deliberately, dragging every second out as if savoring it, making me feel every breath, every flicker of heat. Castiel wasn’t just following orders—he took pleasure in this, and I could tell. It wasn’t just my control over him that fueled this moment; he desired to please me, to become lost in that act.
But then something changed. I saw it in the tension that ran through
Castiel’s P.O.V The hum of Damien's private jet was oddly soothing, a steady vibration beneath my boots as I sat opposite him. He was sipping his usual scotch, cool and composed, as always. For someone about to negotiate with a rival gang, Damien carried himself with the ease of a man walking into a friendly poker game.I, on the other hand, was anything but relaxed. My shoulders were tense, and I kept my eyes on the window, scanning the clouds as though danger could leap from them. This was my first time playing bodyguard, but with Damien involved, things were always unpredictable.A week had passed since that incident on the training arena, but after a couple days of recovery, when I had headed back to the training room, there had been an odd hush in the area as soon as I had entered, and for some reason, Felix, the guy who had nearly pounded me to the dirt, had taken a sudden sick leave.I didn’t need to know the specifics
Damien’s P.O.V I stared at Castiel, my eyes narrowing, something inside me twisting with an unfamiliar, seething rage.It wasn’t like the anger I felt when one of my men made a mistake—no, this was different. This was something deeper, something raw and volatile that seemed to come from a place I didn’t recognize. It was almost like a burning pressure in my chest, too intense to ignore, and I could feel it rising with every second that Castiel’s earlier words kept reverberating in my mind.‘Does that make it okay... for me to fuck someone else?’I clenched my fists, trying to push the fury back down. I had no idea why I was feeling like this. Why was I so angry? It wasn’t like I’d never been upset with someone before. I had fired men, disciplined them, and crossed lines that I knew shouldn’t be crossed—but I had never felt this before. This wasn’t just frustration; this was something else entirely.“Don’t test my patience, Castiel,” I growled, my voice low but thick with the weight o
Castiel’s P.O.V I stepped out of the room, my heart thundering in my chest from having just escaped Damien’s clutches, but now…I had no idea where I was going.The corridors stretched out in front of me like a labyrinth, and I couldn’t see any sign of the familiar landmarks I had passed earlier. I cursed under my breath, wishing I hadn’t left my cell phone in my bag. It would’ve made things so much easier to just call Stephan and get me.But looking back at Damien’s shut door, I shook my head, backing away quietly. There was no way in hell I was going back into the lion’s den, no matter how desperate I was.I tried retracing my steps, but the marble floors and high, vaulted ceilings made everything look the same. The palace—no, mansion—was far bigger than I had imagined when we first arrived. My footsteps echoed loudly in the stillness, and it was almost unnerving like I was walking in such an eerie silence, with not a single soul in sight.I peered down a side hallway, hoping to spo
Castiel’s P.O.V Stephan was halfway through unpacking when I walked in. His long fingers expertly arranged his things on the table, and despite the calm exterior, I could see the tension in his posture. He looked up as I stepped inside, raising an eyebrow.“You’re done already?” he asked, his voice light, but there was that underlying curiosity in his eyes. “With the boss, I mean. How’d you do it so quickly?”I ran a hand through my hair, the movement almost automatic. The ‘meeting’ with Damien had left a bitter taste in my mouth. I had initially thought the same as Stephan, that he was calling me in for a quick release, or perhaps something to talk about. However, things had gone horribly wrong thanks to me and my stupid mouth.I could still feel it. His fingers wrapped around my neck, thick and choking. He had wanted me to submit, like I already hadn't sacrificed all of my dignity a
Castiel’s P.O.V The soft flicker of chandelier lights cast long shadows down the grand staircase, making the mansion's intricate woodwork look almost ghostly. I stood by Damien, keeping my eyes pried open at all times. Stephan’s earlier words were a reminder that we had enemies everywhere.I could feel the tension in my shoulders as I adjusted my grip on the railing, eyes scanning the room below us. We had been warned—tonight wasn’t just a welcome party. It was a trap, a game of deception and power.Stephan was a few steps ahead, his usually relaxed posture rigid tonight, like the weight of the world had settled on him. Damien was in front of us, leading the way with his usual calm, cold confidence. But I could sense something off about him tonight, a flicker of concern that I hadn't seen before.“Keep your eyes peeled, Cas,” Damien said, his voice low, meant only for me. “You remember what I ask
Castiel’s P.O.V The moment Reed’s back turned, I felt Damien’s hand close around my arm, fingers digging into the flesh. I flinched, my muscles tensing under the pressure, and I can’t help but wince. His grip is painful, like iron, and it only tightens as he yanks me closer."How do you know Reed?" he growls, his voice a low whisper that doesn’t reach Reed, but I can hear the menace in it. He’s not just curious. He’s angry. I swallow hard, trying to steady my breath. His eyes lock onto mine with a dangerous intensity, like he’s searching for a lie."I—I met him today," I say, my voice sounding weaker than I want it to. "In the hallway. I came out of your room, and I... I got lost trying to find my way to mine."Damien's eyes narrow, and I can feel his fingers digging deeper into my arm. The pain stings, but I grit my teeth, refusing to show any more weakness. "He was outside our room,
Castiel’s P.O.V The unease had been simmering in my gut since the moment I sat in between Reed and Damien at the dinner table. But when I felt his leg on mine, I couldn’t help but shift uncomfortably, trying to put as much distance between us as the space would allow.Reed moved his foot away, but something about the way he looked at me, like he was sizing me up, made my skin crawl.I tried to focus on the meal, cutting small pieces of roast chicken and pushing them around my plate, but every time I looked up, Reed was staring, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.Tonight, I had thought that it would be just a casual dinner with the bosses discussing business with none of us ‘side-kicks’ having anything to do with them, but the idea of sharing a table with them was unfamiliar and oppressive. The atmosphere was thick with uncertainty, Reed’s presence throwing everything off balance."Not hungry, Castiel?"
Castiel’s P.O.V I don’t remember how I found my way to the gardens; one minute I was roaming the endless deserted hallways, and the next, I was here. The Panther Syndicate’s estate might have been a gilded cage, but the gardens were illuminated by a golden glow, making it look almost ethereal.The only sounds came from the gentle rustle of leaves in the wind and the soft trickle of water from the fountain at the center. I walked slowly along the stone path, hands buried in my pockets, as I tried to steady the storm inside me. Here, surrounded by neatly trimmed hedges and vibrant flowers, I could finally breathe.My chest ached, a tight, burning sensation that wouldn’t go away no matter how much air I dragged in. Damien’s words from earlier echoed in my head, cruel and cutting as usual. He didn’t even have to raise his voice to hurt me; his cold tone did all the work. And yet, the pain wasn’t just from t
Castiel’s P.O.VFour months had passed, and yet the night air still carried a faint scent of flowers, a quiet reminder that the world continued on, indifferent to the storms we had weathered. The soft ripple of the pool’s water mirrored the calm that had settled over us, though the memories of everything that had transpired still lingered in the back of my mind.I dipped my feet into the cool water, the sensation grounding me, helping me to keep my thoughts from drifting too far back. The quiet evening wrapped around us, the hum of insects and distant voices blending into the background. Stephan sat beside me, just as he always had, and for a moment, it felt like things were returning to normal, even if the world we inhabited was anything but.“I never imagined I’d get the chance to do this again,” Stephan said, his voice breaking the stillness. He kicked his feet gently in the water, his eyes reflecting a sense of
Castiel’s P.O.VIt had been two weeks since Damien’s surgery, and though he was much more stable now, the hollow look in his eyes told me there was still a storm brewing inside of him. He hadn’t spoken much since we’d come out of his cabin. Even now, as I wheeled him down the sterile, cold hospital hallway, he was quiet—distant in a way that told me he was bracing himself for something he couldn’t control.I pushed the wheelchair slowly, keeping my eyes forward, not daring to look at him, knowing how the weight of everything that was about to happen must be pressing down on him. I could feel the tension radiating from him, thick and suffocating. When we reached Elijah’s room, my heart sank. This would be the first time I had ever stepped inside it, and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for what I was about to witness.I don’t think anyone could be prepared for such a sight.The room was dim
Damien’s P.O.VI woke up with a start, my body jerking forward as I gasped for air, the thick, acrid smell of smoke and fire still clinging to my senses like a suffocating blanket. My surroundings were unfamiliar, the sterile smell of the room replaced by the sharp sting of burned flesh and charred memories.The headache pounding in my skull was the first thing I felt, sharp and unrelenting, followed by an overwhelming wave of pain that made every inch of my body ache like it had been battered by a thousand blows.Where the hell am I?I tried to focus, blinking against the blurry haze that clouded my vision, but it only made the throbbing in my head worse. My thoughts were a mess, disjointed, like broken glass scattered across the floor. I tried to remember what had happened, but it was all a blur of fire, power, and chaos.Elijah.The clash of our powers, the explosion of energy that ripped through the air, followed by the suffocating burn that began to eat away at my skin. It was li
Castiel’s P.O.VThe harsh fluorescent lights above flickered slightly, casting a sterile glow over the waiting room as I sat there, my new mechanical fingers nervously drumming against the cold armrests of the wheelchair. My back ached from the prolonged stillness, but I barely noticed. I could hardly think of anything except the pounding in my chest and the fear that gnawed at my insides.Twelve hours. Twelve damn hours Damien had been in that operating room. And I was still here, waiting. The kind of waiting that gnawed at your soul, twisted every thought into something darker, something more uncertain. I had to know he was going to be okay. I had to hear it.Stephan, who’d been standing beside me like a constant presence, was leaning against the wall. His arms were folded, his face more composed than I could manage, but his eyes betrayed the same worry. After a long moment, I finally spoke, my voice hoarse, more fragile than I’d intended.“Do you think everything will be alright?”
Castiel’s P.O.VI collapsed back onto the bed, the weight of everything pressing down on me. My body ached, my mind was a fog, and I felt like I hadn’t had a single moment to breathe in weeks. The losses, the endless mess—why did it all have to spiral out of control? I stared at the ceiling, my hands gripping the edge of the blanket like I could physically hold the world together if I tried hard enough.“This could’ve all been avoided,” I muttered aloud, my voice barely a whisper in the room. “If only that stupid fool, Elijah, hadn’t let his rage and selfishness consume him and done things the damn hard way... He brought everyone down with him.”I wasn’t expecting an answer, but Stephan, ever the optimist, couldn’t stay silent for long.“Well, every cloud has a silver lining, Castiel,” he said in his usual tone, one that tried to make everything seem better than it was. “You just need to find it. You’ll see, there’s always something good in all this chaos. You just need to believe it.
Castiel’s P.O.VThe first thing I register is the rhythmic beeping of a monitor, steady and unrelenting, echoing in my skull like a distant drum. Then comes the pain. A deep, bone-deep ache that spreads through my entire body, sharp and unforgiving. Every breath is a struggle; each inhale sends waves of discomfort rippling through me. My eyelids feel impossibly heavy, but I force them open, blinking against the harsh fluorescent lights above. A blur of motion. Voices. “He’s awake!” Footsteps shuffle around me, and suddenly, a group of nurses floods my vision. Someone adjusts the IV drip attached to my arm. Another presses a cool hand against my forehead. Everything feels too loud, too bright. “Where…?” My voice is hoarse, barely more than a whisper. My throat feels raw, like I’ve swallowed sandpaper. “What happened?” “Mr. Castiel James, please don’t move too much,” a nurse says, her tone firm but gentle. “You’ve been through extensive surgery. Try to stay still.” Surgery? I att
Castiel’s P.O.VThe sound of sirens is all I can remember, the flashing red lights blinding me like a nightmare I can’t wake up from. I was lying there, somewhere between consciousness and oblivion, feeling my body grow heavier by the second. The paramedics were saying things—words I couldn’t fully understand…like they were too far away.They moved me, lifting me onto a stretcher with practiced hands, but everything felt wrong. I should have been with Damien. He needed me.“Damien!” I screamed, but no one seemed to hear me.I saw him, unconscious, being wheeled into another ambulance. I wanted to reach for him, to run to him, but my body wouldn’t listen. My hands wouldn’t obey. Every time I tried to move, pain shot through me, sharp and unforgiving. I struggled, my breaths coming faster, more frantic, but the paramedics were too strong. They held me down.“Let me go!” I demanded. “Damien... where are you taking him?”“Calm down,” one of the paramedics said, his voice distant, like I w
Castiel’s P.O.V“Y-You…you—”I try to speak, but my voice betrays me. I can’t form proper words, let alone sentences. If this was the effect of the circle of power around Damien and Elijah…then what was Damien going through inside of it?Dominic kneels down beside me, his expression kind and regretful. “I’m here. I know I’m late, but this time, I didn’t want to disappoint Damien like I had my entire life.”The world still feels hazy, my head spinning with the remnants of pain, but I cling to the words Dominic just spoke. *He didn’t want to disappoint Damien.* That’s why he’s here. That’s why he’s risking everything to help now.I’ve always known Dominic had power—his quiet strength, the way he could always stay calm in the most chaotic situations—but I never expected this. Never expected him to come for us. For
Castiel’s P.O.VMy feet feel like they’re sinking into the ground as I step closer, the heat from the swirling vortex of fire and electricity surrounding Damien and Elijah almost unbearable. Every instinct screams for me to turn back, to run as far away from this circle of death as possible. But I can’t. Not when Damien is in the middle of it, struggling to keep Elijah at bay.The air is thick with tension, the crackling of electricity and the hiss of flames making it sound like a warzone. I can hear their grunts, the desperate sounds of two powerful beings locked in a struggle, neither one willing to give an inch. I can feel the strain in my chest as my heart beats wildly, the intensity of the scene making my pulse spike with every passing second.Damien... He shouldn’t be able to hold up like this. Not against Elijah. Damien isn’t an Enigma. He’s not one of the rare, all-powerful beings capable of things eve