Title: His Dorm, His Rules Pairing: Damian Desmond × Reader Genre: Rich Kid Romance | Possessive Love | Eden Academy AU | Wattpad Vibes

Everyone knew who Damian Desmond was.

The second son of Donovan Desmond. The heir. The name that carried power in every room at Eden Academy. Cold, untouchable, and rich enough to bend rules no one dared question.

But only you knew the side of him that burned—possessive, spoiled, obsessed.

And he was yours.

You weren’t just a student either. Daughter of the country’s second most powerful family, your name was stitched into every luxury brand, every red carpet invite. At Eden, they built you your dorm suite: a wing made of crystal chandeliers, private elevators, gold-touched marble. It wasn’t just rich—it was royalty.

Funny enough, the one who designed that wing when you were both twelve... was Damian himself.

Back then, he pretended he didn’t even like you.

But things changed.

He grew taller. Harsher in public, softer behind closed doors. Whenever you were apart, his texts would flood your screen. When you traveled for business with your family, his calls came through three times a night—sometimes to hear you breathe. If anyone even looked at you wrong, he’d wrap his arm around your waist and glare them down like a wolf guarding his territory.

Then came the annual dorm reshuffle.

You glanced at your letter: Dorm 5R. Girls' Luxury Ring, Designed by Desmonde D.

“Cute,” you muttered, until the sound of something slamming against the wall made you jump.

Damian stood there, fuming, paper crumpled in his hand. His eyes locked onto you.

“She’s not going there,” he growled. “I’m not letting her out of my sight again.”

Cut to: The Counselor’s Office

“YOU’RE NOT LISTENING TO ME!” Damian thundered, arms trembling, voice cracking at the edges. He was holding you now—tight—like the only way to stop himself from falling apart was to keep touching you.

The counselors were stunned. One had dropped their mug. Another was whispering something into a phone, maybe calling security.

“I built her dorm. I gave her everything,” Damian snarled. “But I want her. I want her next to me. Rip up the damn rulebook if you have to!”

“Mr. Desmond—”

“She’s mine. And I’m done being polite about it.”

They tried to reason with him, but he was already tearing down the student assignment sheet from the wall, shoving furniture, screaming, “SHE’S SLEEPING NEXT TO ME—TONIGHT.”

And that’s exactly what happened.

The next morning, a thick golden envelope arrived at your old suite. Inside? A single note in his handwriting:

Dorm 2A is now a private shared suite. We both get the master. Theres two bedrooms, one for the school to see, one for fucking. Soundproof walls. But the connecting door? It never locks. — D

When you entered that suite, your breath caught. Your favorite teas. Your perfume already in the vanity. A velvet robe with your initials on the tag. A galaxy-shaped chandelier above your bed, made to mirror your stargazing obsession. Silk pajamas folded neatly.

And there, in the living room, Damian. Shirt slightly unbuttoned. Legs spread wide. Arms crossed.

“About time,” he said, smirking.

You dropped your bag. “You’re insane.”

“Maybe.” He stood, walked to you, hand sliding to your waist. “But you’re mine.”

“You screamed at counselors just to sleep in the same room?”

He leaned close, voice low. “I’d burn Eden Academy to the ground if they kept you from me.”

Later that night, when the suite was finally quiet, he held you close, possessive even in his sleep. He whispered things against your neck, things like “Don’t ever leave again” and “I hate being alone when you're not next to me.” You kissed his cheek, your fingers tracing the edge of his jaw.

In the morning, the counselors posted a note on your door: "NO LOVEYDOVEY BEHAVIOR IN DORMS."

Damian read it, ripped it down, and muttered, “Good thing I had the walls soundproofed.”

You turned to him with a smile. “What happens when I leave for university?”

His expression turned hard. “Then I marry you. And we fuck..can we right now? i want you.."