Episode-2
Scene: The room is thick with smoke and sin, heat clinging to the air. The woman trembles in his lap, her body lost in his control, moans spilling from her lips as he takes his time, savoring her desperation
Across the room, his friend shifts in his chair, finally looking up from his phone
William
Exhales slowly, amusement lacing his tone*~ You know… a new maid is arriving tomorrow??
The Mafia Boss doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow. Instead, his grip tightens, dragging another needy whimper from the woman in his lap. His smirk deepens, but his eyes darken—already somewhere else
Adam Brody
*Low, lazy, but full of something dangerous* ~ Is that so?
William
*Leaning back, watching him now, intrigued*~ Young. Fresh. Just your type
A slow, deep chuckle rumbles in the Mafia Boss’s chest. His hand trails up the woman’s spine, making her shudder, but his mind is no longer on her. His thoughts are already shifting—to the next one
Adam Brody
*Murmurs against the woman’s ear, smirking*~ Looks like I’ll have another little plaything soon
The woman moans, but he barely hears her now. His greed is insatiable. One wasn’t enough. It was never enough.
His friend watches him, a smirk playing on his lips
William
*Exhales smoke, tilting his head*~ Try not to ruin this one too fast
The Mafia Boss laughs, dark and knowing
Adam Brody
*Voice dripping with promise*~ No guarantees
His hands tighten, his control absolute. Tonight, he would indulge himself
She stood frozen, back pressed against the wall, heart pounding as the landlord smirked
Landlord
*Mocking sigh*~ Late again? How shocking
Luna
*Whispers, desperate*~ Just a few more days… please
He stepped closer, eyes dragging over her
Landlord
*Low, amused*~ Days don’t pay rent, sweetheart. But I know something that will
Her stomach twisted as his fingers brushed her chin
Luna
*Barely audible*~ There has to be another way…
Landlord
*Grinning, stepping back*~ There is. A maid job. Big house, big money
Her breath catches as his fingers trail along the edge of her sleeve, deliberate, teasing
Luna
*Quietly*~ Whose house?
He chuckled, already turning for the door
Landlord
*Over his shoulder*~You’ll see soon enough
The door shut. Cold fear coiled in her gut
She already knew—this job wouldn’t save her. It would ruin her
Name~ Luna Smith
Age~17
Role~female lead
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