Aira

After coming home, we both went our separate ways. I went to the bedroom, freshened up, and started doing my usual chores. He, on the other hand, went to his workroom.
The day passed peacefully.

~~~At Night~~~

After dinner, I was washing the dishes, and my mind kept circling back to one question - how did he get to know about me?
We haven’t had sex, not even once, so it's clear that he doesn't want me for that.
Then what is it?
Why this contract?
Why keep me here?
The questions were spiraling inside my head with no answers.

I had asked him before, but he didn’t tell me anything.
Maybe I should try again tonight.

He seemed to be in a good mood today - he took me to visit my mother on his own and even took me out for lunch. So maybe, just maybe... he’ll talk.
I should give it a try.

I couldn't stop overthinking. I had to ask.
Finishing up the dishes, I quietly walked into his bedroom.

He was on his laptop, wearing nothing but his sweatpants. His hair messy. One hand holding a cigarette, the other scrolling through his screen.

“Are you done checking me out?” he asked without lifting his gaze from the laptop.

I froze, then forced myself to walk toward the bed.
Okay, Aira, now or never. You have to ask him.

“Don’t worry, Aira. You can do this,” I whispered to myself, swallowing the lump in my throat before speaking.

“C-can we talk?” I asked, sitting on the edge of the bed, across from him.

“About what?” he replied, still looking at his screen.

“Well... thank you for taking me to see my mom today. I really missed her.”
I was trying to make him feel better, maybe soften him a little.

Finally, he looked at me.

“Yeah. You see, if you behave, then there won’t be any problems. I’m glad you got that now,” he said in one swift motion, locking eyes with me.

“Yes,” I murmured, looking away.

“Can I ask you something?”

“What is it?” he asked, eyes back on the screen.

“Why did you choose me for this contract? You could have picked anyone else... why me? And how did you even find me?” I asked, furrowing my brows in pure confusion and curiosity.

He stopped typing. Closed his laptop slowly.
Then looked straight into my eyes - dark, deadly, and calm. And smirked.

“I see... you’re so eager to know the answers, huh?”

“Please tell me. I really want to know... please,” I said, making the best puppy face I could manage.

“Ookayyyy. I’ll tell you... but what will I get in return?”

“Huh? Uhm... what can I give you? I-I mean, what do you want?” I asked, completely confused.

Like seriously, what could I even offer this man?

He leaned back, resting his head on the headboard, eyes locked on me - dark, unreadable, commanding.

He didn’t speak for a moment. Just watched me. Like a lion deciding what to do with the prey that willingly walked into his den.

“You want answers?” His voice was low. Controlled.

“Then come here.”

I blinked. “W-what?”

“You want to know everything? Sit here.” He patted the space beside him, gaze unwavering.

“You’re asking for something personal, Aira. Then give me something personal too.”

"What does it mean?" I asked him being completely unaware of his statement.

"It means one answer, one kiss." he said so casually. Like it was nothing for him.
I swallowed the tight lump in my throat.

He was dangerous like this - not shouting, not moving. Just... still. Quiet. In control.

But I needed the answers. I needed to know why me.
So, slowly, I crawled to the spot beside him. My heart thudded loud in my ears.

I didn’t look up. Didn’t speak. Just... waited.

He looked at me. “Now listen carefully. I won’t repeat myself.”

He crushed his cigarette in the ashtray, exhaled the smoke, and turned to me.

“You were not a random choice, Aira.”

I froze beside him. I felt it in my bones.
Before I could speak, his hand reached for my jaw - and he pulled me close.

His lips crashed on mine in a possessive, claiming kiss - one that silenced every protest building inside me. Warm. Fierce. Terrifying.

He pulled back just enough to whisper:
“The day you walked into that cafe wearing a lavender shirt and sadness on your face... I knew I wanted you.”

My lips trembled. “Y-you saw me before?”
Another kiss. Slower. His fingers tightening on my chin.

His breath brushed my lips as he said,
“I’ve been watching you since that day.”
I couldn’t breathe. My eyes widened.

“I didn’t want someone pretty,” he continued. “I wanted someone broken. Someone who wouldn’t run the moment I showed them my darkness.” His gaze darkened.

“And you? You had those tired eyes... that silent desperation. Like you had nowhere to go.”

He kissed me again. A long, bruising kiss that left me breathless - like he was sealing every truth with his mouth.
My fingers clutched the bedsheet. My entire body froze, except for my lips - that he wouldn’t let rest.

“S-so you stalked me?” I asked when he finally let me breathe.

He smirked. “I observed you. Protected you. From a distance.”

He kissed me again - softer this time, but longer. Almost tender. It scared me more than the harshness.

“W-why?” I asked, voice shaky.

“Because I don’t trust anyone. And I needed someone I could control. But...”
He tilted his head. A slow, sinful smile played on his lips.

“Slowly... I found myself watching you for more than just control.”

He cupped my cheek now. Another kiss.
This one sent chills down my spine.

“You want to know why I chose you?” he whispered against my lips. “Because when I saw you cry over your mother that day, I knew... you’d break so beautifully in my hands, and I will mould you the way I want.”

My breath hitched.
A soft whimper escaped my lips, and I didn’t even realize it.

He leaned close. His voice deadly low. “You were not chosen by mistake, Aira. You were selected.”

His final kiss wasn’t rushed. It was slow. Deep. Possessive. Like I belonged to him - now and forever.
He pulled back and whispered,

“And now… you’re mine.”

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