Lanzo Morello
Sweet, soft, and submissive like a pink bunny.
The thought occurred to me as I walked away from her, the feeling of her lips still faint against mine.
I couldn't help but watch her, her reactions and her hesitations.
It was so easy.
Aurora... I repeated her name to myself, her naive innocence almost bringing a smile to my face.
When I first saw her enter my office, wearing that ridiculous pink dress, I couldn't help but laugh inside.
Pink wasn't my favorite color, but I had to get used to it.
As for her, I think I could accept it.
It wasn't about the dress, anyway; it was about her actions and the uncertainty she tried so hard to hide.
But that fiancé of hers—what kind of fiancé would allow a trembling mouse into a world filled with predators and wolves?
That was her, a weak creature walking unwittingly into my burrow.
If only this fiancé were hers, a lowly bastard, dutifully observant or submissive at her delicate feet.
A fool who probably thought he was "protecting" her by keeping her naive and oblivious.
If he had any sense, he would have kept her away from this place.
But then again, maybe I was wrong.
Maybe he was just another man who couldn't even comprehend what she was truly capable of.
A trembling mouse, walking into a lion's burrow, she had some guts.
She had no idea what she was getting herself into.
But I would teach her.
I would take her apart piece by piece and reshape her to fit the world I lived in.
The thought of it stirred something deep inside me.
Yes, Aurora... you're doing this for your fiancé?
I scoffed internally.
You won't continue doing this for him for long, not after I'm done with her.
No, she's already under my control and she had no idea what was coming.
I don't offer my services to just anyone.
Only those I choose: red card holders and members who can enter my private room.
My room, a place where everything forbidden is permitted, a space under my control and shaped by my tastes.
But this... this hesitant little pinkie?
She's different, contradictory, she doesn't belong here.
I don't sleep with virgins.
Not just anyone without experience, someone who's never tasted, touched, or kissed.
Pure, pious, innocent, and that word tastes like poison on my tongue.
The monster inside me is growing, burning with a desire to destroy her.
Tearing her apart, piece by piece, until she's nothing but a blank canvas for me to reshape.
A mystery only I can solve.
Her innocence... stirs something dark inside me.
To rebuild her body, to rebuild her... I can almost feel it now, how she'll beg, how she'll whisper my name after I make her... mine.
To hear her say it... to feel her beneath me. The thought alone pushes me to the edge, and I can't help but wonder how long I'll be able to control this.
She's so fragile and untouched, and yet... there she is, entering my world, and whether she knows it or not, she's already mine because I've put her in my mind now.
I'll slowly break her down, showing her every glimpse of pleasure and pain, until she no longer remembers who she was before me.
And in the end, when she kneels at my feet, all she'll ever say is my name.
That's the only truth she'll ever know.
I'm not in love with her.
I'm not attached to her, and I'm not in love at first sight, no.
That's just meaningless nonsense.
She's a tool for my pleasure, and I'll shape her as I see fit.
What I want is her body, her mind, and her submission.
That's it.
How long will she abide by our contract? I don't know.
Maybe she'll show up the day after tomorrow, maybe not.
Who cares? We'll see when the time comes.
I'll set the pace and the rules. In the end, she'll be mine, whether she likes it or not.
I have a lot of things on my plate and a lot of police cases.
But none of them can touch me.
Not unless they have concrete evidence.
My work lies in the gray area between legal and illegal, something the authorities can't understand.
It's a game I'm good at, and they've never been able to outsmart me.
They can hate me all they want, but they can't touch me.
They can't touch my work.
Fuck them and they'll go to hell.
I entered my office, my eyes scanning the files scattered on the desk.
Five files, all arranged haphazardly as if they had been tossed aside in a fit of hesitation.
A wry smile crossed my lips as I glanced over the papers.
I had created another file, just for me, with my personal details inserted into it minutes after reading Aurora's answers to the contract one of my employees had brought her.
It was easy enough; her brutally honest answers and reactions to everything made me act rashly for a moment.
Her ignorance... puzzled me for a moment.
How could a woman of her age, who seemed so aware of the world around her, be so ignorant of anything intimate?
But when she walked into that room... I understood.
The moment she walked through that door, I saw her for who she really was.
A woman with no real sense of self.
She wore a mask of innocence, but what was it hiding?
Weak.
Easy to shape.
Easy to bend.
She was a blank slate waiting to be drawn.
Someone without personality, someone whose every move could be predicted, controlled, and manipulated.
It was so easy and so seductive.
All I had to do was pull the strings just right, and she would dance for me.
Her ignorance, her shyness, her hesitation—they were just tools I would use.
She didn't know it yet, but she would be completely and unwaveringly mine once she got used to my presence.
The idea of breaking her and teaching her everything she didn't even know she needed… made my heart race.
The control, the power I would have over her, was intoxicating.
And in time, she would learn.
She would learn to trust me and yearn for what I could offer her.
And when she did, it would be the sweetest victory.
Aurora...