CHAPTER FIVE: DARKNESS AND RAIN

By five-fifty in the evening, the sky above had turned the color of a bruised plum.

A violent tropical rainstorm was rolling in off the Atlantic.

The air felt heavy.

Oppressive.

Charged.

I arrived at the VIP wing ten minutes early.

Not because I was eager.

Because a certain threat had replayed in my head all afternoon.

“I will come down to your dormitory and drag you out myself.”

The image alone had been enough to make me practically sprint up four flights of stairs.

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When I pushed open the door to his suite, the office was cast in deep shadow.

Dominic hadn’t bothered turning on the overhead lights.

He stood beside the floor-to-ceiling window, a crystal glass of amber liquid hanging loosely from one hand.

The white coat was gone.

The tailored vest was gone.

He wore only black trousers and a charcoal-grey silk shirt.

The top buttons were undone.

Outside, rain hammered against the glass.

Inside, silence stretched between us.

“You’re early, Miss Vale.”

His deep voice blended with the distant growl of thunder.

“I didn’t want you showing up at my hostel, Dr. Reid.”

I crossed the room and placed the completed report onto his desk.

“The assignment is finished.

All fifty pages.

You have no reason to punish me anymore.”

Dominic turned slowly.

Stormlight carved shadows across his face.

Sharp jaw.

Hard mouth.

Unreadable eyes.

Predatory patience.

The kind that made prey walk willingly into danger.

“You think this is just about an assignment, Alora?”

The question landed softly.

Dangerously softly.

He set his glass aside.

Then started walking toward me.

Slow.

Deliberate.

Silent.

The scent of cedarwood and whiskey followed him.

And somehow that was worse than if he had shouted.

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Then—

Lightning split the sky.

Thunder exploded overhead.

And every light in the office died.

The air-conditioning cut out with a groan.

The steady hum of the hospital vanished.

Leaving only darkness.

Rain.

And breathing.

My breathing.

His breathing.

I stepped back instinctively.

My heel caught against the leather sofa.

My balance disappeared.

“Ah—”

Before I could fall, strong arms caught me.

A hand wrapped firmly around my waist.

The force of it pulled me forward.

Straight into him.

My body collided with his chest.

Hard.

Solid.

Warm.

Another hand buried itself in my hair.

Holding me steady.

Holding me close.

Much too close.

“I’ve got you.”

His voice was rough.

Low.

Dangerously rough.

I could feel every rise and fall of his chest.

Every breath.

Every heartbeat.

And none of it felt calm.

For the first time, the untouchable surgeon felt human.

Unsteady.

Affected.

As wrecked as I was.

“Dominic…”

The name slipped out before I could stop it.

His entire body went still.

My palms rested against his chest.

Directly over his heart.

And beneath the silk shirt, it was pounding.

Fast.

Wild.

Out of control.

Just like mine.

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“Don’t move, Alora.”

The warning came out barely above a whisper.

Rain crashed against the windows.

Thunder rolled across the city.

And neither of us moved.

Not even an inch.

The darkness felt alive.

Dangerous.

Stripping away every barrier we had built.

Every title.

Every rule.

Every excuse.

Until only two people remained.

A man.

A woman.

And a line neither of them should cross.

Lightning flashed again.

For a split second, the room turned silver.

I saw his face.

And the sight stole the breath from my lungs.

His eyes were fixed entirely on me.

Not cold.

Not controlled.

Not distant.

Hungry.

The kind of hunger that terrified me because I recognized it.

Because I felt it too.

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“You have been driving me insane since the first day you opened your mouth in my lecture hall.”

The confession sounded dragged from somewhere deep inside him.

Raw.

Unfiltered.

Dangerous.

“Your pride.”

“Your stubbornness.”

“The way you look at me like you aren’t afraid of what I am.”

His fingers tightened slightly in my hair.

Not enough to hurt.

Enough to keep me looking at him.

“I’m not afraid of you.”

The lie came out shaky.

Breathless.

Unconvincing.

A shadow crossed his face.

“You should be.”

His thumb brushed lightly against my lower lip.

A touch so small it should have meant nothing.

Instead it felt like fire.

“Because right now, Alora…”

His voice dropped lower.

“I am very close to losing control.”

The words settled heavily between us.

The storm raged outside.

The darkness pressed closer.

And for one suspended second—

Neither of us looked away.

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Then—

A mechanical hum vibrated through the building.

The backup generators.

Emergency lights flickered on.

The office flooded with dim yellow light.

Reality crashed back.

Hard.

Brutal.

Instant.

Dominic froze.

His gaze dropped to the hand tangled in my hair.

Then to the way he was still holding me.

A flash of panic crossed his face.

Gone so quickly I almost missed it.

The surgeon returned.

The billionaire returned.

The walls slammed back into place.

He stepped away immediately.

Running both hands through his dark hair.

Putting distance between us.

As much distance as possible.

He turned toward the rain-streaked window.

Not looking at me.

Not trusting himself to.

“Leave, Miss Vale.”

His voice was cold again.

Formal.

Controlled.

Yet still rough around the edges.

“The assignment is received.”

“You are no longer required to report to my office.”

Silence.

Heavy silence.

I stood beside the desk.

Heart racing.

Lips burning.

Trying to understand what had almost happened.

Trying to understand why it felt like losing something.

Dominic never turned around.

He remained staring out at the storm.

Rigid.

Motionless.

As though the city skyline somehow required all of his attention.

As though looking at me would be dangerous.

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I stared at his broad back for a long moment.

Then finally understood something terrifying.

The slow burn was over.

Whatever existed between us was no longer harmless.

No longer theoretical.

No longer something either of us could pretend not to feel.

A line had almost been crossed.

And from that moment on—

Everything was going to change.