MY LITTLE SIN~ 1 episode

The first time I saw Dario Moretti, I was old enough to know he was trouble. The first time he saw me… I was six months old.

I didn’t remember it — not until he told me years later, his voice low, like he was confessing something holy and obscene all at once.

Dario Moretti (ML)

You were looking around with those blue eyes. Pink cheeks, tiny fists… and you looked at me the moment I touched your little fingers. Do you know what that did to me, Cici?

Now, sitting across from him in the dim light of his office, I think I do. It ruined him. It ruined me.

The rain taps against the tall windows behind him, but the sound feels far away. All I can hear is the slow, deliberate rhythm of his breathing, the faint clink of the crystal glass as he swirls the whiskey inside. He doesn’t drink it. He’s too focused on me.

Dario Moretti (ML)

Stand up,

My body hesitates before my mind can catch up.

Cecilia Hernandez (Fl)

Why?

Dario Moretti (ML)

Because I said so.

There’s no anger in his tone. No heat. Just that cool, immovable weight that tells me people don’t question Dario Moretti and walk away untouched.

I push back my chair and stand, my heart pounding against my ribs. He leans forward now, resting his elbows on the desk, studying me like I’m a puzzle he’s already solved.

Dario Moretti (ML)

You were mine before you could even walk (murmurs)

Dario Moretti (ML)

Mine before you knew what the word meant.

I hate the way my breath hitches. I hate the way he notices.

He sets the glass down, his fingers brushing the rim one last time before he rises to his feet. He moves slowly, like a predator that knows the prey isn’t going anywhere. His steps are soundless on the dark rug until he’s in front of me, so close I can smell the faint mix of cedar and smoke on his skin.

Dario Moretti (ML)

You don’t remember, do you?

He asks, his voice soft, almost fond.

Dario Moretti (ML)

Six months old… and already you had me in your hands.

My pulse stutters

Cecilia Hernandez (Fl)

That’s… disturbing.

His lips curve — not into a smile, but something darker

Dario Moretti (ML)

it’s fate.

And then he reaches up, his thumb caressing along my jaw in a touch that feels like both a threat and a promise.

Dario Moretti (ML)

You’re my little sin, Cici. And sins like you aren’t forgiven… they’re worshiped.

He’s too close now, his shadow swallowing mine.

I take a step back, my spine meeting the edge of his desk.

Cecilia Hernandez (Fl)

You talk like you invented sin, Dario.

He tilts his head, amused

Dario Moretti (ML)

No, Cici. I perfected it.

Cecilia Hernandez (Fl)

Then congratulations,

Cecilia Hernandez (Fl)

You can put that on your résumé — right under ‘professional manipulator.’

His smirk sharpens, slow and deliberate.

Dario Moretti (ML)

Careful, little sin. You’re only proving my point.

I roll my eyes, pretending the tight coil in my chest doesn’t exist

Cecilia Hernandez (Fl)

And what point is that?

Dario Moretti (ML)

That you feel me

He says without hesitation.

Dario Moretti (ML)

Even when you’re pretending to hate me.

My jaw clenches

Cecilia Hernandez (Fl)

You don’t know a damn thing about me.

Dario Moretti (ML)

Oh, I know everything,

He murmurs, his gaze dragging over me like he’s cataloging every detail.

Dario Moretti (ML)

From the first time I saw you, six months old, to the night you walked into this office… you’ve been mine. You can lie to yourself all you want, Cici, but your eyes tell me every truth you’re trying to bury.

l Laugh, short and sharp

Cecilia Hernandez (Fl)

You’re insane.

He steps closer, just enough for me to feel the faint heat radiating off him

Dario Moretti (ML)

And you’re lying.

For a moment, we just stare at each other — his smirk daring me to blink first. I don’t.

Cecilia Hernandez (Fl)

You think I’m scared of you?

I ask, my tone light but edged with steel.

Dario Moretti (ML)

He says softly, leaning in until his breath brushes my ear

Dario Moretti (ML)

I think you’re scared of yourself… and what you feel when I’m this close.

My skin prickles, but I keep my voice steady

Cecilia Hernandez (Fl)

If you’re trying to seduce me, you’re failing.

He chuckles — low, dark, and infuriatingly sure of himself

Dario Moretti (ML)

I’m not trying, Cici. I don’t need to.

I take a step around him, brushing past his shoulder without looking back

Cecilia Hernandez (Fl)

If this is your best attempt at control, I’m not impressed.

His smirk deepens, but I can feel the heat of his gaze burning between my shoulder blades

Dario Moretti (ML)

You’re walking away because you think you’re in control,

I pause with my hand on the door handle

Cecilia Hernandez (Fl)

And you’re letting me, because deep down you know I’m not yours.

There’s a beat of silence — heavy, electric. Then his voice cuts through it, low and certain

Dario Moretti (ML)

You’ve been mine since the day I saw you. The only difference now is… I’m done waiting for you to admit it.

I swallow hard, refusing to turn around, because if I see that look in his eyes, I might forget how to breathe

Cecilia Hernandez (Fl)

Keep dreaming, Dario.

Behind me, I hear the soft scrape of his chair as he sits back down, the lazy clink of ice in his glass.

Dario Moretti (ML)

Run as far as you want, little sin,

He calls after me.

Dario Moretti (ML)

The deeper you sink into denial, the sweeter it’ll be when you finally drown.

I step out, slamming the door behind me — but his voice, his smirk, his heat… they follow me down the hall like a shadow I can’t shake.

And somewhere deep inside, a part of me already knows… he’s right.

END