Drama

DAMI’S POV Alexa insisted on fussing over us the moment we stepped outside. "No. Absolutely not,” she said, blocking the driver’s door before Rhea or I could reach it. “Neither of you is driving in this condition. I already called someone.”I blinked, a little stunned. Alexa, of all people. The Alexa I remembered used to sigh dramatically if she had to pass someone a pen. But this version, she hovered around us like a mother hen with a firstborn child.“Who did you call?” Rhea asked quietly. Her voice sounded thin, like it had been squeezed tightly and was struggling to breathe.“My boyfriend,” Alexa replied, as if that answered everything. “He’s close.”I looked at her properly then her worried eyes, her tense posture, the way she kept glancing at Rhea and then at me. This was not the Alexa I used to know. This one cared deeply. “Are you okay?” I asked Rhea again, searching her face for any clue, any crack, anything that could tell me the truth. She gave the same answer she had bee

Last Updated : 2026-01-10

Come here

DOMAN’S POV The morning felt unusually heavy, as though the air itself had decided to sit on my chest. I sat alone in Dami’s living room, fingers loosely wrapped around a mug of lukewarm coffee I’d forgotten to drink. My thoughts wouldn’t settle. They spun, crashed, tangled and refusing to give me a moment of peace.Why hadn’t he called? Why hadn’t she come home? By now, Dami should have returned scared, crying and clinging unto me. That was how the plan was supposed to go. She should have been broken enough to lean on me, vulnerable enough to need me. But the house was quiet. Her room untouched. Her phone unreachable. I dialed the number again but it went to voicemail. My jaw tightened, irritation flaring. “Pick up the damn phone,” I muttered under my breath, pinching the bridge of my nose.The bastard was supposed to have updated me by midnight. Even a text. A hint or something. Not this thick silence that made my mind run wild.Footsteps entered the room, light but confident. Sop

Last Updated : 2026-01-12

Certain

Dami's pov“Come here.”The words left Doman’s mouth like a command and it was low, sharp, cutting through the thick air between us. For a second, my breath stalled. My fingers twitched by my sides and I hated how my body still reacted to him at the moment. But I stepped forward anyway.The moment I reached him, his expression softened as if someone had pulled a veil over the storm in his eyes. His hands slid around my waist too gently, too suddenly and he whispered against my ear, “I’m sorry, Dami, I’m so sorry.”My spine stiffened. The shift from rage to tenderness always felt whiplash-fast. I didn’t know where to place the unease swelling in my chest.“I was only jealous,” he murmured, brushing a featherlight kiss down the side of my neck. “I panicked when I didn’t see you.”Jealous was the excuse today.I swallowed and nodded even though the knot in my chest didn’t loosen. “It’s fine,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.He pulled back just enough to cup my face, his thumbs brushi

Last Updated : 2026-01-17

Care

Dami’s POV I repeated the words slowly, almost tasting the disbelief on my own tongue. “Doman can never hurt me,” I told Axel as we drove into my compound. “Maybe Rhea, but definitely not me.”Axel didn’t answer immediately. His jaw tightened and he glanced at me with that quiet, unsettling intensity he always had when the topic was Doman.“You trust him too much,” he finally said. “You don’t know half of what my brother is capable of.”I rolled my eyes and looked out through the window. “Please, Axel.. just dead it.”He didn’t respond and I didn’t push it. My gaze traveled across the compound, searching for something or anything familiar. Relief washed through me the moment I saw my car parked outside. I breathed out, my shoulders relaxing slightly for the first time since the attack.“Thank you,” I said quietly as he parked. “For bringing me home. And for saving me.”His voice dragged before forming a reply, like he wasn’t sure what he wanted to say. “It’s nothing, Dami. I’ll see y

Last Updated : 2026-01-26

Bursted

Sophia's povThe house was quiet when I stepped in, late at night, my heels clicking softly against the polished floor. I froze as I saw him sitting in the living room, a glass of red wine in hand, leaning back casually on the sofa. Doman. His presence was magnetic and unnerving at the same time. He looked up slowly, and a smirk curved his lips.“You’re home late,” he said, his voice smooth but with that edge that always kept me alert.“I was just hanging around,” I said softly, trying to sound nonchalant, though my heart was racing.Doman raised a curious brow, leaning forward slightly. “Hanging around or visiting other boyfriends?”I blinked, tilting my head and asked, “And that bothers you?”He chuckled, a dark, low sound that vibrated through the room. “Not like I’m in love with any of them or you. Neither you nor Dami.”His words stung, sharper than I expected. For a moment, I opened my mouth to protest, to say something, but the hurt made me pause. Instead, I sat across from him

Last Updated : 2026-02-10

Sick

DOMAN’S POVSteam still clung to my skin as I stepped out of the bathroom, the faint scent of mint from my soap drifting behind me. I ran a towel through my hair, shaking droplets onto the floor as I walked into my room. My body felt lighter after the long shower but my mind was anything but calm.I pulled on a shirt lazily, buttoning only three buttons before pausing. I knew exactly where I wanted to go next.Dami’s room. For some reason, after the chaos of last night, after the guilt of slipping away at dawn and the reality of everything Sophia and I did after that, I just wanted to see her face. Wanted to see how she was holding up. Wanted to be near her.I opened her door quietly and there she was sitting on the bed, back straight but shoulders slightly slumped, staring into nothing. Like she had a hundred thoughts running wild in her head at once. She didn’t even notice me at first not until I drew in a breath.Her eyes flicked up and God, she looked so soft in that moment. Soft