FIORA

Chapter 2 (Echoes Of Desire)

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NARRATOR's POV

The dim glow of the monitor illuminated Leo's face, casting shadows that seemed to dance with his thoughts. He leaned closer, his eyes fixated on the footage of lila's shop, capturing every nuance of her presence.

He watched as she moved gracefully, her hair cascading like waterfall of midnight silk, each strand flowing as if kissed by the moonlight. It framed her face in delicate waves, making her look almost otherworldly. His breath hitched when she absently brushed a lock behind her ear, revealing the soft curve of her neck—a slender column of sunlit amber, as seductive as a glow that ignited an intense craving within him, stirring an irresistible temptation, beckoning him with its hypnotic beauty.

But tonight it wasn't just her beauty that haunted him. Her dress—a pale lilac Egyptian cotton, wrapped tightly at her waist—drew his attention like magnetic force. The rich fabric clung to her in all the right places, emphasizing her figure while maintaining a modest, yet tantalizing allure. The neckline dipped just enough to frame her collarbones, the subtle V revealing the barest hint of her cleavage, leaving him craving more.

"God, lila," he whispered , his voice is a mix of reverance and desire. "You're the kind of beautiful that burns into a man's soul, leaving him aching, desperate and utterly ruined."

He clenched his fists, the yearning in his chest a palpable force. Every detail of her—her laugh, the curve of her lips, the soft cadence of her voice—was etched into his mind, fueling an intense longing that consumed him.

Leo leaned back, a dark smirk curling his lips as he recalled the gift he'd sent. The lion stuffed toy and a note—a message that spoke of his intent with a dangerous edge. He could almost see her reaction, the way her eyes would widen as she read his promise.

"Soon," he murmured, his voice a dark promise.
"You'll understand what I've meant. Whether you remember or not, it doesn't matter. Now, I'll make you mine."

A soft knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. A man in a crisp suit entered, his demeanor professional yet tinged with an air of secrecy. "THE GLOBAL FRAGRANCE GALA will be announced tomorrow as the sun rises," he said, his voice low, almost conspiratorial.

"The Scent du Monde Award?" Leo asked.

"Yes sir, that has been included too." The man in suit confirmed.

Leo's eyes narrowed, a sinister grin slowly spreading across his face. "Finally," he breathed, satisfaction lacing his words. "Mi Fiora is ready to blossom." He said while tracing her face on the screen.

He waved the man away, leaning back in his chairs his thoughts shifted . This was the moment he'd been waiting for, the perfect stage to begin his unholy games. His gaze returned to the screen, to Lila—his Fiora.

"Be ready," he whispered, his tone laced with dark intent. "Be ready for the wicked games I've planned just for you."

The room seemed to hum with anticipation, the shadows closing in as Leo's plans began to take shape. The game was about to begin, and he was ready to play.