Fear | K.th [Editing]

The Madness of Lord Ian Mackenzie [74°]

Amedeo watches in bore as his father slaves over the female who's some how managed to keep Emilio under a spell that makes him act in such a humiliating way. Antsy eyes lower down her body, not-so-discretely keening over her smooth slim legs doused in black lines of ink that resemble a cover-up scar.

He entertains his greedy fingers with the sand, gulping when his father gropes her bottom, flickering his gaze onto the sandcastle he's been fiddling with for the past 20 minutes after catching a great view of the mistress basked not only in the warmth of the sun, but in a scandalous viridescent shade of green bikini wrapped snuggly against sun kissed skin. Dusky tousled strands of hair sway with the wind, giving him a perfect view of the dragon tattoo embedded into the middle of her back.

He's aware of what he could be smelling if he was as close as his father was to her; the arabica coffee and coconut blend lathered into her pores when she bathes, the lines of her midnight hair saturated in a tangy lemon zest and ballet rose; his father describing the taste of her lips as a lean in with a promise etched into the plushness, warm honey on a sunday afternoon soaked into the flavor; sapid; and a sweet tinge of absinthe.

He did whatever he could just to scheme a way to achieve his desire. Attacking her blind spot to hug her seemed to do the trick—even if it was for a few seconds, startling the female which she managed to pull his arm away from her and behind his back. And now that's all that's been clogged into his nose since.

His eyes fog over, smiling sheepishly. He's said it before and he'll say it again; he was envious that his father—at his age—managed to pick up this 20 something specimen and keep her from calling the cops on him for being a pervert.

Amedeo is younger, suave, charming. Every girl he's encountered had something to say after meeting such a comely teenage boy—but, her, she never did that and it's left him baffled at such an outstanding case. The last thing she said after meeting him was 'you're very observant.'—it wasn't even heartfelt. It was condescending and backhanded—not flattery or glorified like he suspects all women to operate.

He pushes a few pages open in his journal to jot down his theories. Why, why, why? Why is she so invested in a man like his father?

• Mayhaps its an underlying health issue
• From what papa talks about her, she appears to have a troubled past.
• [Stockholm Syndrome]

He hums, circling around the words 'Stockholm Syndrome.' He glances up at her again, studying the back of her. She was kidnapped? Or daddy issues? That could also be a possibility. She's running from something, or rather, someone—someone powerful enough to make her fear to be found, so she runs...or...on the run?

He lowers his hand to write another theory down.

• A criminal
• She doesn't want to be found, so she finds someone who can make her disappear/keep disguised—someone;
• Who is [someone]: Someone could be a: pawn or sycophant.

He makes sure to remind himself later to look more into that word and the philosophical meaning behind it. What he knows for sure: the female, who won't give her name or tell them if she has any close family after spending months with them already, is running away from something and doesn't want any trails that could lead back to her, however, that would mean she wouldn't be involving herself with his father for such a long period of time then.

Amedeos eyes narrow, speculating what exactly the woman before him is trying to attain with his father.

• INSURANCE MONEY
  • How she would achieve such an objective:
     1) Get papa to marry her,
     2) She'll wait — for how long? does it matter?
     3) She'll kill papa — how? (fire) when?