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Chosen

Author: Bea Baum
last update Last Updated: 2025-12-13 05:13:34

BRYNN POV

My fingers tremble where they clutch the mirror. The memory hasn’t faded—it’s settled, heavy and real, like it’s always belonged to me.

“I remember the dresses,” I say softly. My voice sounds steadier than I feel. “Not just… fabric. The day. The room.”

Vex doesn’t move. He doesn’t rush me. He never does.

“Tell me,” he says, careful. Like one wrong step might send the memory scattering.

I draw in a breath. “There were rows of white gowns. Too many. I was overwhelmed.” A small, surprised laugh slips out of me. “I kept saying no. To everything. Lace. Tulle. Too soft. Too… me before.”

His jaw tightens—not with anger, but with recognition.

“You told the woman to leave us alone,” I continue. “You said it like a command. She didn’t argue.” My eyes flick to his. “You never argue, do you?”

A corner of his mouth twitches. “Not when it matters.”

“You stood behind me,” I say. “Close—but not touching. Because I told you the rules.” My throat tightens. “No touching. Not then. Not yet.”

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    BRYNN POVI don’t wake screaming.That’s the first thing I notice.No panic. No disorientation. Just a sudden, sharp awareness—like a light clicking on inside my chest.Vex is there immediately. His arm tightens around me, breath warm against my hair.“Hey,” he murmurs. “I’ve got you.”I swallow, my throat tight—not from fear, but from the weight of what’s still echoing through me.“I remembered,” I whisper.I don’t have to explain which part. The way his body goes still tells me everything.“The hallway,” I continue softly. “The villa. The door.”His hand moves slowly up and down my back, grounding, patient.“You don’t have to keep going,” he says.“I want to.”I tell him—quietly, carefully—about the anger, the ocean, the way I didn’t want to feel owned. About how I’d stood there convincing myself I didn’t need him… until I heard his voice.When I finish, the room feels heavier. Fuller.Like the memory settled where it belonged.I lay back down against him, letting my cheek rest over

  • Cage to Cage   I chose you

    VEX POVShe wakes wrong.Not startled. Not confused.Too still.Her breath catches first—a sharp inhale like her lungs have forgotten how to work. Her fingers twitch against my chest, then curl, gripping hard enough that I feel the pressure through bone.“Brynn,” I murmur immediately. “Hey. Easy.”Her eyes flutter open.For half a second, they’re unfocused—clouded with sleep.Then her brow tightens.She inhales again, deeper this time, and her hand flies to her temple.“Oh—” Her voice fractures. “My head.”This isn’t a dull ache. I can see that instantly. Her jaw tightens, teeth pressing together as if she’s bracing for impact. Her body goes rigid against mine, every muscle locking at once.I sit up carefully, keeping my arm around her so she doesn’t lurch away.“It’s okay,” I say quietly, steady, grounding. “Don’t fight it.”Her breathing turns uneven.Then her eyes change.Not panic.Recognition.She stares at my throat first. My collarbone. My mouth.Then my eyes.And the way she l

  • Cage to Cage   Her Call

    VEX POVMorning comes quietly.Not with alarms or voices or the sharp intrusion of reality—but with warmth.Weight.Breath.Brynn is sprawled across my chest, one arm tucked beneath my shoulder, her cheek resting over my heart like it chose this spot on instinct. Her hair is a dark spill against my skin, strands brushing my throat every time she shifts. Slow. Unconscious. Safe.I don’t move.I barely breathe.Because this—this—is something fragile. Something earned.The house is still. Dawn light filters through the tall windows, pale and gold, catching in the edges of the room. Somewhere downstairs, the faint hum of life begins—footsteps, a distant murmur—but up here, the world has narrowed to the rise and fall of her breath against me.My hand is already in her hair.I don’t remember deciding to put it there.I stroke slowly, carefully, fingertips gliding along her scalp like muscle memory knows the exact pressure she likes. She makes a small sound in her sleep—soft, content—and pre

  • Cage to Cage   Forward

    VEX POVHer mouth finds mine again before I can overthink it.Not rushed. Not desperate.Intentional.Like she’s reminding me that this—us—has always lived in the quiet spaces between restraint and surrender.I slide one hand to her waist, the other bracing against the wall beside her head. The fitting room feels impossibly small now, air thick with heat and memory and everything I’ve spent three months denying myself.Her fingers curl into my jacket, tugging me closer. The contact sparks—bright, familiar. My body responds instantly, traitorous in its certainty.I break the kiss just long enough to breathe against her mouth. “Brynn…”She tilts her head, lips brushing my jaw. “I know,” she whispers. “Slow.”That word is the only thing keeping me grounded.I trail my knuckles along her arm instead—deliberate, measured—memorizing her again without crossing the line I promised myself I wouldn’t. She shivers, and the reaction hits me harder than any kiss ever could.Nostalgia coils tight i

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  • Cage to Cage   Chosen

    BRYNN POV My fingers tremble where they clutch the mirror. The memory hasn’t faded—it’s settled, heavy and real, like it’s always belonged to me.“I remember the dresses,” I say softly. My voice sounds steadier than I feel. “Not just… fabric. The day. The room.”Vex doesn’t move. He doesn’t rush me. He never does.“Tell me,” he says, careful. Like one wrong step might send the memory scattering.I draw in a breath. “There were rows of white gowns. Too many. I was overwhelmed.” A small, surprised laugh slips out of me. “I kept saying no. To everything. Lace. Tulle. Too soft. Too… me before.”His jaw tightens—not with anger, but with recognition.“You told the woman to leave us alone,” I continue. “You said it like a command. She didn’t argue.” My eyes flick to his. “You never argue, do you?”A corner of his mouth twitches. “Not when it matters.”“You stood behind me,” I say. “Close—but not touching. Because I told you the rules.” My throat tightens. “No touching. Not then. Not yet.”H

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