MY LITTLE SIN~ 4 episode

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Enzo’s mansion stood on the edge of the city, a fortress of glass and steel, overlooking everything like it owned the night. He parked his car, loosened his tie, and stepped inside — the heavy silence wrapping around him like an old friend.

But the silence didn’t last.

Late again, a voice called from the living room.

His brother, Matteo, was sprawled on the leather couch, half-asleep with a glass of whiskey in hand

Dario Moretti (Ml)

Business

Dario replied coolly, shrugging out of his jacket. His movements were precise and calculated, as if even exhaustion had no right to touch him.

From the corner, delicate footsteps clicked against the marble floor.

Sofia Moretti (Matteo's wife)

Business, or pleasure?

Sofia. Matteo’s wife. A model with a face that sold magazines — and eyes that didn’t hide nearly as much as they should.

Dario Moretti (Ml)

Modeling all day?

Dario asked flatly, his voice dripping with that edge only he carried.

Her lips curved.

Sofia Moretti (Matteo's wife)

Runway in Milan. I came back early. Thought maybe someone would notice.

Matteo Moretti (ml's brother)

( chuckled, swirling his drink) I noticed. I always notice, bella.

He reached for her hand, but Sofia’s gaze didn’t leave Dario’s.

Dario caught it, cold and dangerous, before moving toward the decanter to pour himself whiskey. He didn’t like games he hadn’t started.

Dario Moretti (Ml)

You shouldn’t look at me like that,

He said at last, voice low, not bothering to hide the warning.

Matteo laughed again, oblivious, sipping more whiskey

Matteo Moretti (ml's brother)

She flirts with everyone, Don’t take it so seriously.

Dario’s smirk was razor sharp.

Dario Moretti (Ml)

Some games don’t end well when played with me. have a good night (left towards upstairs)

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The steam clung to Enzo’s skin as he stepped out of the shower, droplets trailing down his chest. A towel wrapped low around his waist, another in his hand as he ran it across his wet hair. His reflection in the mirror was sharp, unyielding — a man made of iron, but with fire burning beneath.

Pushing open the bathroom door, he stopped cold.

Sofia sat perched on the edge of his bed, legs crossed, silk lingerie clinging to her like a second skin. Her lips were painted red, her hair falling over one shoulder like it had been styled just for him.

Dario Moretti (Ml)

Wrong room,

Said flatly, though his voice carried the weight of danger

She smiled, slow and sultry

Sofia Moretti (Matteo's wife)

No… I think I came to the right one.

Her eyes slid down his body, lingering far too long

Sofia Moretti (Matteo's wife)

I see why the world calls you untouchable. But everyone breaks eventually.

He didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Only sipped the whiskey he had left on the nightstand earlier, his dark gaze cutting into her like a blade.

Dario Moretti (Ml)

You’re playing with fire, Sofia.

She leaned back on her hands, arching just enough to make her point.

Sofia Moretti (Matteo's wife)

Maybe I like fire

Sofia Moretti (Matteo's wife)

You don’t need to pretend with me. I see it — the hunger, the storm. Matteo doesn’t. But I do.

Dario’s lips curled into a smirk that wasn’t amusement — it was warning

Dario Moretti (Ml)

You think you see me? You don’t even know the shadows you’re walking into.

She rose to her feet slowly, silk brushing against her skin as she stepped closer. Her hand lifted, daring to touch his chest. But his grip shot out, iron-strong, catching her wrist midair.

His eyes were a storm — not lust, but lethal restraint.

Dario Moretti (Ml)

Don’t confuse obsession with weakness (whispered darkly)

Dario Moretti (Ml)

You could stand here stripped bare, begging me to touch you… and I still wouldn’t see you.

Her lips parted at his words, shocked at the venom in them.

Dario leaned down, his mouth brushing the shell of her ear, voice a silken threat

Dario Moretti (Ml)

There’s only one girl who has my obsession. One. And you are not her.

He released her wrist, stepping back, his towel still hanging carelessly low as if her attempt hadn’t touched him at all.

Sofia’s eyes flashed as his words cut deep. Her wrist stung where he had gripped her, but her pride burned hotter.

Sofia Moretti (Matteo's wife)

But I’ve loved you since the beginning, Dario. Since before you even noticed I existed.

She spat, her voice trembling with both rage and longing.

Dario’s gaze didn’t soften. He merely raised his glass, sipping whiskey like her confession meant nothing

Dario Moretti (Ml)

I noticed (said coldly.)

Dario Moretti (Ml)

I just didn’t care.

Her nails dug into her palms.

Sofia Moretti (Matteo's wife)

That’s why I married Matteo.

The words spilled like poison.

Sofia Moretti (Matteo's wife)

Because you wouldn’t even look at me. I thought—if I couldn’t have you, then I’d take what you cared about most. But no matter what I did, no matter whose ring I wore, you never once turned your head

Dario smirked, setting the glass down with a sharp clink.

Dario Moretti (Ml)

You sold yourself to my brother… just to get my attention?

His laugh was low, cruel.

Dario Moretti (Ml)

Pathetic.

Her face went red, humiliated, but she stepped closer anyway, desperation blazing

Sofia Moretti (Matteo's wife)

I could give you everything she can’t! I could love you in ways she never will!

That’s when the smirk vanished. His jaw hardened, eyes burning like embers. He towered over her, voice dropping into something lethal.

Dario Moretti (Ml)

You’ll never be her.

The words landed like bullets.

Dario Moretti (Ml)

You could burn every man in this city to ashes, crawl at my feet in chains, scream my name until your throat bleeds....

His voice cut sharp, venomous.

Dario Moretti (Ml)

And you would still be nothing compared to her.

Sofia flinched, her breath caught in her throat, but Dario wasn’t finished.

Dario Moretti (Ml)

You married Matteo out of spite. You thought that would wound me?

He leaned closer, his lips barely an inch from hers, though no heat followed. Only ice

Dario Moretti (Ml)

The only thing you proved is how cheap your love really is.

Her eyes welled, fury and pain twisting together.

Sofia Moretti (Matteo's wife)

And her? What’s she done that I haven’t?!

Dario’s smirk returned, but it was darker now. Crueler

Dario Moretti (Ml)

She exists, ( whispered) And that’s enough.

End

MATTEO MORETTI (ML'S BROTHER) AGE: 21 PERSONALITY: completely different from his brother, softer, gentler and guided by his heart, like: family, kids, loves: his wife Sofia hate: gold digger, b!tch and everyone who hurts his family He loves his wife, Sofia, with unwavering devotion — blind to the darkness she hides behind her beautiful smile. To him, she’s everything pure… yet he has no idea of her real face, her secrets, or the storm she may bring into his life.

SOFIA MORETTI (MATTEO'S WIFE) AGE: 22 PERSONALITY: B!TCH, LIKES: MONEY, MONEY, GOLD, AND EXPENSIVE THINGS HATES: EVERYONE. LOVES MADLY: Dario Beautiful, ambitious, and dangerously obsessed. A rising model who dreams only of her career and one forbidden man: Dario Moretti. Madly in love with him since the beginning, she couldn’t bear being invisible to him — so she married his younger brother, Matteo, instead. To the world, she’s the perfect wife, but behind the mask lies jealousy and obsession. She despises Cecilia Hernandez with a venom that burns, seeing her as both a rival and a reminder of what she can never truly have.