sebastian's POVAs she thought she was free, I placed my right hand on the wall beside her. She had almost made it out of the room, her footsteps tentative, her expression unreadable, but I couldn’t let her walk away—not yet. With the calculated precision of someone who had rehearsed this moment in his mind a thousand times, I caged her between me and the wall. My arms shot out, placing my hands on either side of her, blocking every possible escape.She froze, her shoulders stiffening as her back met the cold plaster behind her. Then she tried to escape. She attempted to slide down, to slip away from me like water through a sieve. But I was faster. With one swift motion, I caught her waist and held her tightly in one place.Her eyes darted to mine, wide and searching. Desperate, perhaps, for some sign of leniency or compassion. But I gave her none. My stare was steady, calm, and unwavering—the look of a man who had made up his mind. Yet beneath it all, I was maddeningly patient, waiti
Sebastian's POV “Where’s your phone?" I asked, voice low but sharp, slicing through the silence like a blade. She flinched. Her eyes blinked rapidly, clearly pulled out of whatever daydream or assignment she was lost in. Her delicate fingers twitched, betraying her anxiety. "I said, where's your phone, Petal?" I raised my voice this time. I didn’t mean to shout, but my patience was hanging by a single thread. How could she be so calm when I had spent the entire day in absolute turmoil? "My phone?" she repeated, almost like she hadn’t heard the question the first time. My jaw clenched. I took a breath, not trusting myself to keep calm. "Yes, your phone. Where is it?" My voice was quiet again, but that cold kind of quiet that spoke volumes. She scrambled to look through the mess of her bed. Books were scattered across it in a chaotic layout. A few textbooks with highlighted pages, sticky notes, and her scribbled handwriting in the margins told me she'd actually been working. Tha
Sebastian's POVThe ticking of the clock echoed loudly in my office, blending with the rustle of papers and the dull buzz of my computer screen. Yet, none of those sounds mattered. All I could think about was her. My flower. Petal.I'd sent her a message this morning. A soft, simple text just to check on her. No reply."She must be in class," I muttered to myself, brushing it off. I threw myself back into the maze of spreadsheets and numbers. But the thoughts kept returning. Ten minutes passed. Twenty. An hour. Still nothing. I checked my phone repeatedly.By lunchtime, the silence from her side had begun to bother me. I asked my assistant to bring lunch to my cabin. Normally, I would’ve savored the meal while reviewing the day’s progress. But today, the food sat untouched. My appetite had vanished the moment I unlocked my phone again to see no reply from her.The anger crept in. A slow, boiling rage."How can she just ignore me like that?"I shoved the tray aside and leaned back in m
Petal's POV The air in my room was heavy, not just with the scent of ink and paper, but with tension, confusion, and a strange sort of heat I couldn’t define. The fluorescent study lamp on my desk buzzed faintly in the silence. My books were spread everywhere—on the table, across the bed, some even stacked on the floor. Notes, highlighters, flashcards, a half-drunk glass of water, and a squished pillow added to the quiet chaos. This room was my safe space, my sanctuary where I studied, cried, and dreamed—but now, it didn’t feel like mine anymore. Sebastian had pulled me into this space like a storm barging through a door left ajar. He laid me on the sofa and hovered above me, his body tense, his eyes unreadable. I squirmed beneath him, trying to free myself, my palms pressed hard against his chest in resistance. “Let me go,” I said, my voice trembling more from emotion than fear. But he didn’t budge. Instead, he grabbed bot
Petal's pov The room felt colder after Sebastian flung my phone onto the bed, his voice reverberating against the ornate wallpaper and echoing in my thoughts. “No, don’t you dare delete my contact. If you dare, then get ready for punishment,” he’d roared, and my heart had thudded so loudly I was sure he could hear it. The red velvet sofa, the flickering candles, the heavy, ancient paintings lining the walls—everything seemed to lean in to witness the scene unfolding. But nothing was more intense than the man himself: Sebastian, oozing control, oozing danger, his presence overwhelming. He turned toward me with a smirk, and dread settled in my stomach. I knew that smirk. That smirk meant mischief. Worse, it meant he was already two steps ahead, his mind weaving a web I always found myself tangled in. God, save me, I pleaded silently, fingers twitching at my side. “Now, what do we have here? Let’s talk,” he said, closing the distance. His tone was low, a challenge wrapped in velvet.
Petal's pov “Where’s your phone?” Sebastian’s voice was deceptively calm, but I could feel the storm brewing behind it. ‘What?’ I asked myself internally, confused by the sudden question. Before I could fully process it, his voice rose sharply, loud enough to make my heart skip a beat. “I said, where’s your phone, Petal?” “My phone?” I blinked, unsure why he suddenly cared about it. “Yes, your phone. Where is it?” he repeated, still angry but slightly quieter, his tone laced with menace. I scrambled, checking under my pillow, beside my books, even under the blanket. Nothing. My pulse was racing. I turned toward the door to explain I couldn’t find it—only to freeze. He wasn’t standing near the door anymore. Sebastian was now right beside my bed, towering over me, his presence magnetic and terrifying all at once. His sharp cologne mixed with the tension in the air made it hard to breathe. “Where’s your phone, Petal?” he asked again, his deep voice vibrating with restrained anger.