(WARNING: Mature/Sexual content) 18+ Madison Quinn is a twenty-one year-old woman who moves to Manhattan, New York, employed as a Personal Penthouse maid. She takes up the offer to clean a penthouse on 56 Leonard Street in TriBeCa, lower Manhattan, New York, that is all around luxurious enough for the man whom lives within its opulent walls, Louis Tomlinson, a thirty-three year-old multi-billionaire of LT Bank, his striking blue eyes causing every ounce of her body to swoon. The same eyes lure her in to undergo a life she never thought she would experience. (WARNING: Mature/Sexual content)

･:*:･ﾟ☆ ⭑ ❝I'm not afraid of you,❞ I whispered, though the tremor in my voice said otherwise. He smiled - that quiet, devastating kind of smile that means trouble - and let his eyes drift down to my lips. ❝I'm not sure if I believe you,❞ he murmured, ❝or if I need to.❞ ❝I'm not afraid of you, Louis.❞ I wanted it to sound like defiance. It sounded like surrender. His eyes flicked up to mine - but this time, they didn't soften. ❝You should be,❞ he said, low. ❝I'm a murderer.❞ ❝I don't care,❞ I said. Then his lips found mine - and for the first time that night, the world didn't feel like something I wanted to leave. He pulled back just enough to breathe against my skin. ❝As I said,❞ he whispered, ❝we're both fucked up.❞ And then he kissed me again - harder this time, like he was trying to erase every reason we shouldn't. ･:*:･ﾟ☆ ⭑ ʀᴏꜱᴇ ɪꜱ ʟɪᴠɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅ ɢᴜɪᴛᴀʀɪꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴜɴᴋ ʀᴏᴄᴋ ʙᴀɴᴅ ᴊᴜᴘɪᴛᴇʀ, ᴛᴏᴜʀɪɴɢ ᴀᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴇᴜʀᴏᴘᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ᴛᴏᴜʀ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ʟᴏᴜɪꜱ - ᴀ ʙʟᴜᴇ-ᴇʏᴇᴅ ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴀᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʀᴀᴠᴇʟ - ᴀ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ꜱᴘᴀʀᴋꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ɪꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ꜰᴏʀ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏᴡᴅ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ʟᴏᴜᴅᴇʀ, ꜱᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ ꜱᴘᴏᴛʟɪɢʜᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴏʟᴅ-ᴏᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴏᴡꜱ, ʀᴏꜱᴇ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴢᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ɴᴏ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴀᴄʀɪꜰɪᴄᴇ. ･:*:･ﾟ☆ ⭑

Oh, how Spring lulls, and Summer dawns, but Autumn falls. Tell me, would a new believer ever walk on fire for an accustomed dreamer? ✿ ✿ ✿ Soft girl Aurora Bellemore enjoys the little details of lovely gardens and craves to see good in everything she lays her eyes on. She spreads her beauty with nice words and enchanting smiles, the embodiment of a sweet flower. Louis Tomlinson runs a tattoo parlor with a notorious reputation lingering behind him, much to his loathing of it. He shows his beauty by leaving unerasable ink designs on people's skin, an abstract of a masterpiece within him. He's the epitome of an individual she tries to stay away from, cold rumors and bad tempers and sinful fantasies. But despite his intimidating stance and blunt words escaping his lips, he can't help but be infatuated with the pretty girl. A dangerous game that's accompanied by a risk of unraveling fears and creating trouble. They do say opposites attract, but only with a motive in common between them. ✿ ✿ ✿ This story contains mature and explicit content, read at your own risk!