SEBASTIAN

I'm preparing a fine dining dinner for her. She's very sexy in that dress, but she seems uninterested in me and full of hatred - it's not new to me.

I remember everything she says. Every outfit, every word, every glance. She's written across my memory like scripture.

"You look so beautiful, Melisa, in that dress." I glanced from her neck down to her collarbone and then to her chest. Damn, her chest - it's not too big and not too small; I can imagine touching them with both hands. She is so beautiful that I could eat her all day and night.

"I don't like it when you look at me like that," she said sharply. "It disgusts me." I grinned, unfazed. "Oh really? Then let that disgust simmer in your mind, baby. I'd love to live rent-free there." She was clearly annoyed - but damn, she looked adorable when she was. She doesn't need space. She needs me. She just doesn't know it yet "Do you like the food?" I asked, leaning my chin on my hand as I watched her. "What else do you like doing? Something I might not know yet?"

She didn't respond right away, and her glare could've burned through steel. Still, she kept eating like a little bratty princess pouting, but savoring every bite of the smoked beef and overloaded mashed potatoes I had made just for her. I knew she liked it. She could pretend to be mad all she wanted. I chuckled. She rolled her eyes, chewing with a full mouth.

God, she looked so spoiled. So mine. Finally, she swallowed and replied, "I love museums. I've always wanted to go to one. And... I've never been to a carnival." The honesty caught me off guard.

"Are you bored, Melisa?" She looked up at me with those sharp, knowing eyes - and gave a simple nod. God help me. She's so cute when she's honest. I already had the night planned. Of course, whatever my baby wants, she gets. I made one call to my butler and told him to shut down the museum near the city. I wanted it all for us - quiet, private. Just her and me. The carnival would be the last stop. She's never been, and that's about to change.

"I have a gift for you, baby girl," I said, watching the way her brows lifted slightly with curiosity.

My butler stepped forward, holding a small box wrapped in soft cream paper with a ribbon. She took it with hesitant hands, opening it slowly. Inside was the Jellycat bunny I picked out just for her. It suited her - soft, gentle, a little shy, just like the way she smiled when she saw it. That smile... God, that smile could ruin me.

"Melisa," I said softly, "would you go on a date with me tonight? To the museum? And the carnival?"

Her eyes widened, pure surprise blooming across her face. She looked... happy.

And if only she could see my face right now. If only she knew how much joy that little reaction gave me. But not yet, not this time. One day, Melisa. One day you'll understand. One day, you'll look at me and see everything I've ever been - just for you.

We boarded the chopper, yes, we're flying tonight for our date. I wanted her to see the city from above, to feel like she was floating, weightless, far from the world she used to know. Something about the skyline at night feels like freedom. Or maybe like possession. Mine and hers, wrapped in stars and lights. She held the bouquet of black flowers. I always give her flowers as dark as my thoughts, as deep as my obsession. She doesn't know yet, but they're not just petals. They're promises. Each one carries my devotion, my fixation, my hunger to keep her close.

My Melisa. And tonight, I'll show her the world I built around her. Whether she realizes it or not - she's already home. We'd just landed, and the moment the chopper door opened, I saw it - her smile. Wide, genuine, glowing. She was radiant, and all I could do was watch her. She looked like joy itself, like she belonged in a dream I never wanted to wake from. My Melisa. "Sebastian... is this the place?" she asked, her eyes glimmering with pure excitement as they scanned the lit-up museum before us. "Yes, little one. This is it." Before she could even step out, I lifted her effortlessly into my arms. She gasped, surprised. "What are you doing?" she laughed, half-embarrassed.

"Baby," I said with a grin, "you're so tiny, I could carry you like this all night."

She blushed, then quickly turned her gaze back to the building, trying to hide the flustered look on her face. But I caught it. Every inch of it. She was glowing with wonder, and before I knew it - she reached for my hand. She held it. Willingly. Softly. Hers in mine. Is this fucking real? She's holding my hand. Smiling. Happy. With me. My heart was pounding so hard it hurt. My mind couldn't process it fast enough. Melisa... you have no idea what you're doing to me right now.

"Sebastian? It's so cool here." Her voice echoed softly as she wandered ahead. "Look at the paintings! I've never seen a real Van Gogh before - only pictures." Her eyes lit up like stars, and when she smiled...

God, when she smiled with me - the whole world quieted. "Do you like it, baby?" I asked, watching her every move. She rolled her eyes, playful but firm. "I'm not your baby." I smirked, stepping closer, my tone laced with teasing. "Really? Better get used to it... Soon, I'll have plenty of little babies calling you mommy." Her eyes widened, cheeks flushing pink as she looked away quickly, trying to hide her reaction. I slid behind her, hands finding her waist, the soft curve of her hips. Together, we stood before the swirling madness of Van Gogh's strokes.

"Isn't it beautiful, Melisa?"

"We're in a museum, Sebastian," she whispered, cheeks still burning. "Behave yourself."

I leaned closer, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. "Really?" I whispered. "Don't worry, my little bunny...I closed this entire building just for you."

"You don't have to do that, Sebastian." Her voice was soft... but distant. "I'll do anything for you, Melisa," I said, desperate to please, to prove myself. "Just... tell me what to do." She tilted her head, mocking, eyes filled with a storm. "Oh please..." she scoffed.

"You're whining now? Begging? A kidnapper on his knees - how pathetic." I smiled, unbothered, maybe even enchanted. My hand slid gently to her neck, just enough to feel her pulse to let my breath linger hot against her skin. "Sebastian..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please stop, you make me..."

"Make you what, Melisa?" I growled low, possessive. "Yes, I'll beg. I love to beg... for you." She was so close now. Her lips parted, eyes glinting with something new, something dangerous. Was she teasing me? "I want to hear you beg," she whispered, leaning in, voice like velvet over a dagger. What the hell is she doing? Is she turning the game around? A smirk tugged at the edge of my lips twisted, delighted, deranged. Was this... revenge? Or was she finally learning how to play with me? Fuck! Why is she even sexy by playing with me right now?

Because she doesn't love you! A voice in my head laughing and talking behind this insanity mind I have to fight for not going further hurt Melisa.