Third person's POV
"Do not make me hurt you, Alyssa." Damian snarled through gritted teeth as he advanced toward the lady with predatory grace, his features darkening with barely contained rage.
"You are testing my patience." He spat out angrily.
"If anything should happen to that woman through your pathetic schemes, I will make you regret ever knowing me." He added threateningly.
Alyssa's expression shifted, her fangs retracting as a coy smile played across her lips. She stepped closer, seemingly unbothered by his threatening stance.
"My dear prince, why do you punish me so? All you need to do is love me, and everything would be perfect." She purred in her sweet, seductive voice.
"Love you? You speak of love while trying to manipulate and force your way into my life?" Damian scoffed with disbelief.
