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You're the missing piece to my puzzle, and I'll do whatever it takes to make you fit.

Godddd ! My Scarlett is so pretty what should I do , she is so naive , so sweet , so incredibly beautiful , too innocent , I just want to go near her , to be consumed in her breath , to hold her in my arms as her majestic body glides around my arms and her waist making her blush from my touch . I want to make her feel that make sure that the feeling never leaves her . 

I want her , I need her . 

As I was watching the live footage of her in her through her office camera which I obviously got hacked for me from my one and only one loyal friend and assistant Allentine , as I watched her , she was completely lost in her sheets of paper and documenting and I was lost watching her . Those tiny pixels that mean nothing to me had  such an importance to right now , just to watch her , to watch my queen , my beloved flower , my everything . She is not an ordinary person but a beautiful thief who stole my heart just the way I am gonna steal her .  Ring . I heard my phone  ringing ,  as I turned it towards my side I saw that the name was Stefan . 

“ Hello , sir your work has been done , I hope that my efforts have been appreciated . Thank you .” 

“ Well , well , if isn’t it the betraying officer , good job Stefan , you will be rewarded .” 

As I hung up the call I glanced at my computer screen watching how carefree my darling is sitting in her desk , and has literally know idea that the drunkard she sent to jail was some nobody , a person who is literally half-dead all the time can stalk her ? Is she that naive ? Seriously my darling .  As I took a last glance of my majestic lady , I opened another window and opened the file ‘ Verbrechen ‘ which contained some secret information of mine , like where I have kept prince Henry , and who was that drunkard . That drunkard person was worthy of living , all he did was harassment to innocent people and he deserved to go to jail so punishment served , I could have chosen another person as well but I know that if somehow Scarlett got to know about it then she would blame herself for sending that innocent man to jail and I would never put her through anything sad or painful . She is my soul and I would never ever think of hurting her or bringing her pain except for our marriage night .  I’ll love her until she loves me back . 

“ Sir , it’s time for your meeting ” said one of my staff , I nodded my head and headed to the meeting hall at the top of my office building , and as I entered the meeting hall everyone stood up and greeted me , a gesture that I liked a lot . “ Good morning , sir ” “ Welcome sir ” “ Good morning ” the room was filled with the voices of greetings for me an act of showing fake respect to me so that I can benefit them in return but I was too smart to let myself slip into their plans of ruining me and my life . As I sat down at the main chair the meeting started the next instant . 

The meeting ended late , it lasted about 4-5 hours and it completely drained me out of my energy , So much work , So many responsibilities , but also the power I hold the respect I get it’s worth it . As I sat in my Rolls-Royce Phantom , the driver spee the car to a place I enjoyed the most , my heart , my rhythm of life . But before I go there I should change my suit into some comfortable clothes maybe leather . As my driver parks in my driveway a mansion appears . It’s mine . Obviously . 

The mansion, a behemoth of grey stone and towering windows, loomed against the twilight sky. Inside, an air of sterile perfection reigned. Each piece of furniture, a masterpiece, seemed more concerned with its own reflection than with the comfort it provided. But I found solace in this sterile environment. It was a reflection of my own controlled chaos, a testament to the power and the meticulous order I imposed upon my life.

I ascended the grand staircase, my footsteps echoing through the cavernous hall. Reaching my private quarters, I shed the constricting suit, discarding it with a disdainful flick of my wrist. Leather, my preferred attire for these private moments, felt like a second skin. It was a material that whispered of dominance, of raw power held in check.

I moved with a predatory grace, a panther stalking its prey. My eyes, however, held a different kind of hunger, a yearning that consumed me entirely. Scarlett. The thought of her, her soft laughter, the way her eyes crinkled at the corners when she smiled, sent a jolt of electricity through me.

The moon hung heavy in the velvet night sky , casting long, skeletal shadows across the manicured gardens of my Scarlett's villa. I stood perched on the edge of the roof, the cool night air whipping at my face sending chills down my spine ,  a thrill coursing through me that had nothing to do with the adrenaline of the climb. I was here. In her space.

Below, the villa slumbered, a beacon of warmth and comfort against the inkless blackness of the night. Lights flickered in the distance, a proof  to the vibrant life that pulsed within its walls, a life that I, for a fleeting moment, was a silent witness to.

I had always observed her from afar, a voyeur in the digital realm, a ghost in the machine. But tonight, I yearned for something more visceral, a connection to her , between us that transcended the sterile confines of my observation room. The only perfection of my own world, with its meticulously curated order, felt suffocating compared to the raw, untamed beauty of this very night.

I had anticipated this moment, planned it with the  precision that defined every aspect of my existence. The security system, a mere inconvenience, had been set up  hours ago, its sophisticated algorithms rendered useless against the refined techniques honed over years of clandestine operations.

Now, I watched her. Scarlett, bathing in the ethereal glow of the moonlight, slept peacefully in her bed. Her chest rose and fell with a gentle rhythm, a symphony of life that lulled me into a state of hypnotic fascination. Her face, serene in slumber, was a masterpiece sculpted by the god ,  each delicate feature a source of endless fascination. I yearned to reach out, to trace the curve of her cheek, to feel the softness of her skin beneath my fingertips. But I resisted, content for now to simply observe, to inhale the intoxicating scent of her room, a heady mix of lavender and something indefinably feminine that clung to the night air. The proximity, the raw, unfiltered access to her, sent a jolt of primal satisfaction through me. I was closer than I had ever been, a silent guardian, a predator observing its prey. But it was a predator that yearned not for destruction, but for possession, for the slow, agonizing process of seduction.

I imagined her waking, disoriented, to find me there, a silent figure perched on the edge of her bed. I imagined the fear that would flicker in her eyes, quickly replaced by a different emotion, one I could not yet define, but one that I yearned to elicit.

I thought of the games we would play, the subtle manipulations, the carefully crafted illusions that would slowly erase her defenses, weaving an invisible web of desire that would bind her to me irrevocably. I would be the architect of her reality, the puppeteer pulling the strings, guiding her every move, every thought, every emotion.

The idea of possessing her, not just her body, but her mind, her soul, ignited a fire within me. It was a consuming passion, a burning desire that threatened to consume me whole. But tonight, I was content to simply observe, to bask in the intoxicating glow of her presence. The night air, carrying the scent of the ocean and the faint perfume of her room, filled my senses. I inhaled deeply, savoring the intoxicating aroma. This was what I craved, this raw, illicit connection.

I stayed for hours, lost in the intoxicating spectacle of her slumber. Dear Scarlett My eyes are always on you, even when you can't see me . I watch you from the shadows, I follow you in the night, and I wait for you in the silence. You're my obsession, my fixation, my never-ending desire. And I'll stop at nothing to make you mine.

As  the first rays of dawn began to pierce the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, I reluctantly withdrew, leaving behind a trail of invisible threads, binding me ever closer to her.  Descending from the roof, I moved through the shadows, a silent ghost in the pre-dawn light. As I slipped back into the night, I knew this was only the beginning. The game had begun, and I, with the  precision of a master chess player, would orchestrate every move, every encounter, every stolen glance.

Scarlett, my beautiful, unsuspecting prey, had no idea the storm she was about to unleash.

I returned to my mansion, the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. The sterile perfection of my world now seemed even more stifling, a stark contrast to the raw, untamed beauty of the night I had just witnessed.

I retreated to my observation room, the image of Scarlett, serene and peaceful in her slumber, still vivid in my mind. I activated the feed, watching her stir, her eyelids fluttering as she began to awaken. She was looked tensed , it must be one of her scary nightmares something which I can relate to every week maybe once in a week , I never noticed because it’s the only thing that has a control on me , in my dreams there are chains and darkness and I have no power or control over anything at all . This is something that binds me and Scarlett our nightmares . Maybe . 

You can try to escape, but I'll always find my way back to you. I'll follow you to the ends of the earth, I'll track you down in the darkest night, and I'll find you in the crowded streets. Because my love for you is a never-ending journey, a never-ending quest. And I'll never give up, I'll never surrender.