Danielle's POV
The room felt like a cage, the walls closing in as I struggled against the command Damian had imposed on me. Every fiber of my being rebelled, aching to resist, but the sire bond, an invisible chain that bound my will to his, tightened its grip.
"Switch your humanity on, Danielle," his voice echoed in the dimly lit room, an authoritative command that brooked no disobedience.
My hands clenched into fists at my sides as I wrestled with the internal storm. The room held the remnants of our earlier confrontation — shadows dancing in silent testimony to the tumultuous battle of wills that had unfolded. Damian's eyes bore into mine, a relentless force that sought to pierce the veil I had carefully erected.
"I won't let you destroy everything we've built," he had asserted, his
