I Command it

"Ember," The sound of Damien's voice made Emberlynn jump, and her lips parted to let out a scream due to the suddenness as she wasn't expecting anyone.

But the sound was cut off by Damien's large palm on her mouth. He pulled her to him, her back pressing into his hard chest, and he whispered.

"What the fuck are you doing out here? I believed you were sleeping."

"No," replied Emberlynn, her voice muffled.

Then she shook her head.

Damien turned her to face him, and he frowned at her. His eyes moved from her neatly packed white hair on top of her hair down to the brown fuzzy slippers on her feet. Also, she was in a dress—a midi plain white floral print dress with a boat neckline. Despite the modesty of her dress, he still very much found her exceptionally irresistible.

"Are you planning on seeing someone?" he rasped, clutching her hand and leading her towards the building he had seen her step out from.

The building she was currently residing in. Damien didn't trust himself not to do some