LOGINEverything she owned. A slow chill crept down her spine. Did Damien… raid her room? After this sad excuse of an apocalypse? She pushed the thought away, uneasy. Then she noticed something else. The placement of the furniture in. The large K-pop poster she had over her bed, which she had barely noti
He was inside her, after what felt like forever. And and at that moment, Liz couldn't remember a single thing wrong with the world. Not with gos stimulated she was. Liz's eyes squeezed shut, her mouth falling open to release a soft, trembling cry. "Oh... God," she moaned, barely able to form word
Oh, how she hated herself for this.She was alerted by a soft click, then pressure against the door. Someone was prying it open.The door opened quietly, and Damien stepped in.He closed it behind him and locked it again, his movements unhurried. Like he had all the time in the world. He did, she did
It felt like months, but it had only been days. She’d been separated from Damien for that long.Liz stood at the entrance of his manor, her hands clenched at her sides as she took it in. It was beautiful—there was no denying that. Tall ceilings, polished floors, furniture that looked like it had nev
Damien’s hands paused briefly before continuing to tuck her into a blanket, that was the only reaction he showed. “She would be here soon enough.” He leans back and watches his wife, then adds, “She’s anxious to meet you.”“Why did you bring me to her room?”“I didn’t. All rooms in the Manor look li
Liz was awake early, not like she had slept properly the previous night. There was a lot to think about. She was in an entirely new space, and she didn’t know whether to be comfortable or not. She was with Damien, or in Damien’s house at least, only he wasn’t here. How absurd of him to insist on her







