𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃

White Lotus Female Lead

As I lay sprawled on Wilde's bed, the weight of his clothes draping over me like a second skin, the faint, lingering scent of him fills the air-woodsy with a hint of something sharper, like danger hiding behind expensive cologne. His presence is everywhere, seeping into the very walls. And yet, a question gnaws at the back of my mind: Am I seducing him into becoming a law-abiding citizen, or is he pulling me into the shadows, slowly luring me into becoming a criminal?

I glance around his room. It's simple, almost too simple. For someone like Wilde, who thrives in chaos, I expected something... darker. The bed is neatly made, minimalistic, the sheets a crisp shade of grey. The walls are bare except for a single framed photograph-a blurred cityscape at dusk. His desk, surprisingly organized, with no hint of any sinister plans tucked away. Everything in its place, everything accounted for. It's unsettling. People like him should leave traces of their secrets everywhere, but here-nothing. Of course, I rifled through every drawer, every corner, but I found no scribbled notes, no encrypted documents, no mysterious objects. Nothing that could confirm he's plotting something more ominous. Or maybe he's too good at hiding it.

With thoughts of a certain wild man swirling in my brain, I finally drift off into a restless sleep. The moment I close my eyes, I'm plunged into a nightmare-a dark figure moves in the shadows, always just out of sight, stalking me with every step. No matter how fast I run, it's there, looming, and before I know it, it's upon me, consuming me, swallowing me whole.

The nightmare finally dissolves when my alarm blares, dragging me back from whatever delulu world my brain had decided to entertain. I set the alarm to wake up early-an attempt to rein in my spiraling thoughts and get back some control.

First thing on the agenda: check for messages from Assistant Uno.

As usual, Uno doesn't disappoint. The guy's efficiency is next level. Sitting in my inbox is a new video. I can't help but smirk, wondering if his face is as flawless as his skills.

Before I dive in, I listen carefully for any sounds. Wilde's room is eerily silent, confirming that he's either still asleep or out. Satisfied, I connect my earphones and hit play.

The screen flickers to life, revealing Caden slouched over a bar in one of those ridiculously exclusive lounges for rich heirs and trust fund kids. Judging by the state of him, this must've been last night after I gave him a firsthand lesson in pain management with a well-aimed kick to his family jewels. His face is flushed, and he's nursing what looks like his fifth drink of the night.

Then, the camera pans, and I spot her-Sara, the female lead of this twisted story. She's gliding toward Caden, her dress clinging to her in all the right ways. It's a stark contrast to the usual white lotus act she's been pulling off. The dress is form-fitting, pure white, but the innocence that usually radiates from her has morphed into something darker. I almost forgot she existed, to be honest. She's been so invisible lately, probably because I've been hogging all the main character drama.

Wait-this angle is way too close to be a CCTV feed. Was Uno actually sitting right next to them? I wouldn't put it past him. The dedication is real.

I lean in, focusing on their interaction. The club's strobe lights flicker dangerously as Sara sits down beside Caden, her posture casual, yet seductive. They talk, but the pounding bass of the music makes it impossible to hear. Still, their body language says enough. She's not her usual innocent self; the fake sweet girl vibe is replaced with something more manipulative. Green tea energy at its finest.

They're arguing-well, it looks like Caden's arguing, while she's trying to convince him of something. If the Bee System wasn't a total scam, I'd have a way to hear what they're saying. But of course, that would require actual functionality, which it seems to lack.