The night air smelled like surrender.
Cain Morgan stood barefoot on the chapel's roof, eyes fixed on the horizon where morning threatened the night. But even the sun seemed hesitant to rise now. Blackthorn Academy was no longer what it used to be. It didn't belong to the teachers, the principal, or the rules scribbled into student handbooks.
It belonged to him.
Beneath the surface of these stone walls, hearts were unraveling. Guilt whispered in every hallway. Desire crept through once-proud minds. Power had shifted. And now, the final piece remained.
Serena Vale.
The first to laugh.The cruelest flame.The girl who wore perfection like armor and pride like perfume.
She was the symbol of Cain's past torment. And she would be the crown on his twisted throne.
Serena sat in her dorm that evening, headphones on, music playing softly—yet she couldn't focus. Her finger hovered over her screen, trying and failing to finish a message to Amara. The girl hadn't spoken to her all week. Nor had Lena. Even Arielle had been distant—distant and strange.
It was like the universe had cracked without her knowing.
Her eyes flicked toward the door.And for reasons she couldn't explain, she felt watched.
Cain didn't knock.
He didn't need to.
The door to Room 3-F opened on its own, creaking slightly as if the building itself had grown to fear him. He stepped inside slowly, the Mask of Control flickering across his skin like a second face. It wasn't to hide this time—it was to intensify.
Serena looked up, startled. Her headphones slipped off.
"What the fuck?" she hissed. "You can't just—"
"Be here?" Cain asked.
His voice was lower. Richer. More dangerous than it had ever been.
Serena rose to her feet. "Get. Out."
Cain didn't move.
She faltered slightly.
"You think you've changed?" she snapped, grabbing her phone. "You're still nothing but—"
[Temptation Pulse Activated]
The words died on her lips.
Heat flushed her skin. She blinked rapidly, suddenly disoriented.
"What… what did you do?"
Cain stepped closer, each movement like a drumbeat in the silence. "I didn't touch you. Not yet."
Her eyes narrowed, but her stance weakened.
"I don't want you," she said, breath shaking.
"Liar."
He stopped just a foot away. "You think you hate me. But what you feel now—that trembling, that ache between your legs—that isn't hate."
Serena slapped him.
Hard.
Cain's head turned from the blow. He smiled without looking back.
"Feel better?"
She didn't answer. Her hand was trembling.
"I'm not here for forgiveness," he said. "I'm here to take what I'm owed."
Serena stepped back, voice suddenly small. "You're a monster."
Cain's eyes flared crimson. "You made me one."
He reached out—not to hurt her, but to trace her jawline gently with a single finger.
Serena shuddered.
"You broke me. Over and over," he whispered. "You stole my pride. My sanity. My dignity."
"I was a kid," she said weakly. "We were all stupid—"
Cain's voice turned icy. "You were old enough to know I was human."
Tears welled in her eyes, but she didn't move.
Cain leaned in, lips brushing her ear. "Now you'll learn what it means to kneel."
Serena dropped to her knees.
Not because of magic.Not because of power.
Because guilt finally outweighed denial.
"I don't know who I am anymore," she whispered.
Cain's eyes softened just enough to be terrifying. "You're mine now."
He turned from her, walking toward the window.
[Emotion Drain Activated][Hunger reduced to 20%][Seduction increased to 8][Aura increased to 8][New Skill Acquired: Dominant Bond]When a target submits willingly under emotional pressure, a permanent link is formed. Target experiences emotional pain when disobeying direct commands.
Cain whispered into the night air.
"All five…"
The circle was complete.
The next morning, Blackthorn Academy woke up to a silent shift in power.
Serena didn't speak to anyone. She sat at lunch by herself, her eyes glazed, lips trembling at nothing. When asked what was wrong, she simply said: "He's watching."
Amara, Lena, Arielle… they all avoided eye contact with her. They all understood.
Because they were already his.
Cain sat under the dead tree again—just like he used to.
But now, people gave him space.
Not out of mockery.
Out of fear.
Cain Morgan – Updated Stats
Race: Lustborne Vampire (Hybrid)
Strength: 2
Seduction: 8
Aura: 8
Hunger: 20%
Skills:
Emotion Drain
Mask of Control
Temptation Pulse
Dominant Bond
Traits:
Predator's Smile
Guilt-Bound Link
Lingering Heat
Breaking Point