#lexawritex

a frown replaced your smile as you read daniela's last text. deciding to not to dwell on it longer and focusing on the person you're currently with, you shove the phone into your pocket.

lara leaned back from the mirror after testing some of the lipsticks. she noticed the frown on your face as she looks at you through the mirror.

"what's gotten to you?" she asked, wiping any excess.

"it's daniela..." you sighed.

lara turns away from the mirror, "if you weren't my best friend, i'd have slapped the shit out of you for thinking about another person while hanging out with me."

you pout at her, apologizing.

"sorry..."

lara cringes at your attempt at being cute, shoving your face away before walking ahead.

"stop sulking and help me find a top to secure a top tonight."

you gagged at her, scrunching your nose.

"ew lara, you're still at it?" you comment.

lara looks at you with a deadpan.

"at least my chances are higher than your sad little crush over a straight girl." she retorts before turning back.

"can't i atleast serve cunt in a party?" lara added before disappearing into the clothing racks leaving you alone with your thoughts.

...

you lay in lara's bed like a starfish, staring at the ceiling while listening to lara rant as she prepares to go to manon's party. you’d have been chilling alone in your apartment, bothering your favourite human but lara had to drag you along with her shenanigans.

now as she puts on her makeup, she paused to look at your state and sighed, throwing a brush at you.

"ow! what was that for?" you picked up the brush and threw it back at her.

"i just can't stand seeing you so depressed over that woman." lara said rolling her eyes before her eyes widened as an idea popped into her mind.

you met eyes with her and you immediately shake your head but lara had already dragged you to her closet.

"you, my dear friend, are coming with me." she said and you whined in complaint.

"nooo! lara i don't want to!" you continue to whine until lara shut you up by throwing come clothes at your face.

"i am not leaving my best friend alone to rot in sadness over a straight woman while i party and get some." lara said, closing her closet.

"now, shut up and wear those." she orders.

"we're getting wasted tonight."

...

the bass was so heavy it rattled the walls that you could feel it in your chest like a second heartbeat you didn’t ask for. lara had dragged you to manon’s party and then quickly abandoned you at the kitchen island the moment she spotted some masc across the room. classic. you sighed, muttering a silent curse under your breath as you gripped a red plastic cup filled with...whatever the hell this was supposed to be.

you let your eyes wander around the room. party lights pulse against the walls, colors bleeding into the crowd. a dj booth hums in the center of the chaos, bass rattling the floor. the kitchen’s a warzone of empty cups, half-eaten food, and sticky counters but no one cares. not tonight.

there was a crowd in the middle, dancing and rubbing against one another to the music. at some point you saw lara dancing with the same woman before disappearing in the crowd.

you shake your head, a small smile tugging you lips.

then just as the crowd thinned for a moment, you spotted someone familiar. someone that made your heart race.

daniela.

you took in the sight. those sharp eyes, the wild curls framing her face, lips curling into that familiar, infuriating smirk. and then your gaze shifted. a guy stood in front of her, smug, overconfident, loud and just her type.

the plastic cup cried as your grip on it tightened.

the crowd thickened, bodies swaying and shadows shifting, blocking your view of them. but just before they disappeared, you swore her eyes found yours, sharp and unreadable.

you downed the whole cup, making you wince as your throat burned at the unknown liquor.

if lara dragged you here to forget, you were making sure you'll forget.

you turned to the punch bowl, the sharp sting of alcohol hitting your nose before you even got close. whatever was in there reeked of chaos, different bottles dumped together with zero mercy.

you turned to the punch bowl, the sharp sting of alcohol hitting your nose before you even got close. whatever was in there reeked of chaos, different bottles dumped together with zero mercy.

you filled your cup to the brim and downed it in one go. someone cheered. someone else whistled. but their voices blurred into static. all you could think about was her

and how badly you wanted not to.

after your third cup and someone feeding you a suspicious brownie, you felt your stomach churn and that meant something wrong. you pushed your way to the bathroom, ignoring a couple making out on the sink as you rushed to the toilet, dropping on your knees and throwing up.

you heard the couple panic, their voices muffled and distant, like they were underwater. the weird, heavy sensation in your stomach only worsened, twisting and rolling until it drowned everything else out.

somewhere through the haze, you caught the guy’s voice, low, frantic, then the sound of the door opening and closing.

you thought they'd left but fate had different plans for you.

"yn?"

you barely managed to lift your head up, squinting at the bright bathroom light as you look up.

"who‐-"

your eyes met daniela's.

you blinked a few times. brain still lagging behind your body.

daniela's face came into focus. flushed cheeks, smudged lipstick, and flustered from having been caught.

but she crouched to your level, helping you up.

"oh my god, what happened?" she exclaims as she helps you up. steady hands guiding you to the sink. she was so close. her perfume invading your nose making you dizzy all over again.

"wash up." she murmured, turning on the faucet for you.

while your crush stood at the back looking at you with worried eyes, you tried not to mess up in front of her as your hands shook.

your hands shook gently as you cupped water and splashed it on your face, enough to sober you up. it helped a but but your head was still spinning.

"you shouldn't have drank too much." daniela muttered, handing you paper towel.

your fingers brushed as you took it, causing your neck to flush at the sensation.

"wasn't planning to." you said weakly, drying your face. "just...needed a distraction."

daniela raised her perfectly shaped brow, locking eyes with you through the mirror.

"from what?"

you.

was what you wanted to answer but held back because you weren't currently in the right mind.

you just shrugged your shoulders, meeting her gaze through the mirror.

then you turned gently towards her, hands propped to your sides.

"i should probably go..." you said, taking a step but your vision spun and you almost fell if not for daniela's quick hands, steadying you.

"yn!" she exclaimed, guiding you up on your feet and still held you when you were still swaying. that's when daniela decided.

"alright, i'm driving you home," she mutters, holding your wrist firmly as you weaved through the crowd.

you both got out of manon's house and the night air greeted you, cold, fresh air, a sharp contrast inside where strong liquor dominated the air.

daniela led you to her red mustang parked across. the red paint standing out from the other cars parked, making them look dull beside her car.

when daniela let go to grab her keys, you leaned on her car to balance as your vision still spun. you dragged yourself to the passenger seat, pulling the door open in which you almost fell back doing so.

daniela stifled a laugh before settling in the driver’s seat and helping you up, buckling your seatbelt and locking the door. she was once again invading your space, her perfume and the close distance making you dizzy. your heart racing and you wished she wouldn't hear it.

she leaned back after and started the engine. with a low purr of her car, you both drove to your apartment.

daniela had her eyes on the road but there was this strange urge pulling her to look at you, and when she stopped at a redlight, she gave in to this pull.

you were asleep. mouth slightly parted open and your face so relaxed. daniela let her eyes wander, taking in your features.

"..pretty.."

the words slipped out so naturally, daniela didn't even notice she said it.

just as daniela crossed the intersection, that's when the realization dawned upon her. she didn’t know your address.

"fuck."

...

the door swung open and daniela almost fell with how your weight was dragging her down. she held a firm grip on you, keeping you up as she guides you to her room. she kicked the door shut before dragging your drunk self.

daniela released a sigh as she dumped you on her bed. your body immediately relaxing and making yourself comfortable on her pillows as if you own it.

the latina watched as you relaxed and murmured in your sleep.

just as she turns to fix herself, you spoke.

"thank you, daniela..." you slurred in your sleep.

daniela looks at you and smiles, "your welcome, yn."

then as she entered her bathroom, her ears definitely caught the next words

"i like you so much.."

...

your stomach twisting and churning was what woke you up that you jumped out of the bed. scaring the latina who was doing her makeup. daniela immediately pointed to the bathroom in which you bolted in and went straight to empty your guts out in the toilet.

"ugh..fuck.." you groaned.

you felt a presence behind you and you looked up and see your crush.

"deja vu?" she humorously quipped before handing you a glass of water.

your face definitely heated up in embarrassment from being witnessed by your crush in your lowest for the second time.

"there should be an extra toothbrush there. you can fix yourself." daniela said, pointing at the sink before going back to doing her makeup.

after fixing and mentally scolding yourself, you came out of the bathroom. head still spinning but you're fine. fine enough to notice daniela looking like she's about to head out.

"going out?" you asked, padding to gather your jacket--lara's jacket actually, that you must’ve peeled off in your sleep.

"yep. devon's taking me out." daniela said.

woah.

you hummed casually as if your voice didn't threaten to break. you grabbed your phone and open it to find hundreds of missed calls and texts from lara.

"well, i should go. lara's looking for me." you said, fixing your clothes.

daniela paused, looking at you through the mirror.

"right." was all she said before shrugging.

you yelled a bye before going out of her apartment, looking like you just left a one night stand with your party clothes in broad daylight.

daniela watches you through her window. how you stood in the sidewalk for a good minute before a car parked in front of you and how you animatedly apologized to lara before the car drove off.

...

"nothing happened, okay?" you said, slumping down on the seat.

"aw, you wished there was, didn't you?" lara teased, face a mock pity.

you rolled your eyes and focused your attention on the phone, daniela's contact open as you typed a message to thank her.

lara dropped you off to your apartment, still with her teasing remarks but you love her anyway. as you watch her car drive off, you retreated to your humble apartment where the silence was loud.

you took a shower, which you hated because shower meant thoughts will come and overwhelm you. and it did because your head kept replaying the scene from earlier.

"...devon's taking me out.."

daniela's words kept ringing in your mind. you knew you had no chance in the beginning and she was bound to date a guy but it just hurts in a way you actually let tears fall before you laughed at yourself.

and to make it even worse, you recalled how you ran to the bathroom last night to puke and passed by a couple making out. guess what, genius? that was most probably daniela and the guy.

"i'm so pathetic..."

...

"..oppa!"

you were slumped on the couch, holding a bowl of fries while invested on a clichè kdrama series. covered in a thick blanket with some pillows around. the coffee able was littered with empty soda cans and an unopened one with condensation dripping from the sides.

the sky was painted in indigo, hinting that you've spent your whole day watching a kdrama series. and you planned to do so.

until fate, again, decided not to.

you hear a familiar loud purr of someone's car engine rumble outside. you think it's just your neighbours' but later, there was a knock on your door.

begrudgingly, you paused the video and stood up. padding barefoot to your front door in pajama shorts and oversized shirt that slipped off one shoulder. your face was bare and probably your eyebags were dark.

you opened the door, thinking it was a deliveryman who got confused.

what you didn’t expect was daniela. in her outfit from earlier morning, except her makeup was slightly smudged and her face looked like she didn’t have a good day with her guy.

"..daniela..?"

the woman wordlessly hugged you as her body began to shook and sobs came out of her mouth.

your hands draped uselessly on your side before your brain started to function again and gently rubbed daniela's back in attempts to comfort.

you just wish she doesn't hear how fast your heart is beating right now.

she pulled back and rambled apologies despite her voice shaking and sobs cutting in between words.

"hey, hey. come in first, it's cold out there." you gently cut off, guiding her in and closing the door.

"i-im sorry...i..i didn't know where to go.." daniela explained, voice raspy and breaking.

"it's ok..uh..thanks for trusting me..i guess.." you stammered, rubbing your neck.

then you mentally slapped yourself for letting her just stand.

"oh! you can sit by the way. make yourself home." you said, gesturing to the couch before spotting the messy coffee table.

"shit, wait. sorry for the mess." you fumbled to the coffee table and packed the cans into a plastic and discarding the mess.

daniela walks and sits on the couch, visibly relaxing as she sanked down on the soft layers of your blanket and pillows.

a sigh escaped her mouth, "this feels comforting," she whispered.

you look at her from the kitchen and laughed softly as your hands grabbed two cans of beer from your fridge.

"beer?" you asked.

a faint 'yeah' reached your ears and you began walking to the couch.

daniela looked up and grabbed the can from your hands. her fingers slightly brushed with yours and you felt that spark come to life again.

you tried to be unbothered as you sat down in a good distance from her. you played the video and immediately remembered what you were watching.

daniela lets out an amused chuckle as she looks at you.

"kdramas?" she asked, eyes amused.

you shyly shrugged.

as you both fell into silence, the kdrama the only noise in between, daniela spoke again.

"i got played." her voice came out a whisper.

you paused, about to take a sip. you set the can down and turned your head to her.

she was looking down, can hanging feom her grip as she bit her lip.

"i..i knew..i had..." she sighs, looking up and laughing bitterly. "i never learn.."

you silently watch her. until she rubbed her arms and that's when you'd realize again. you mentally cursed yourself and stood up.

"y--you can borrow my clothes, by the way...i. you look uncomfortable in those.." you stammer out.

daniela looks up at you and smiles. "thanks, yn. i'd appreciate that."

you nodded and went to grab comfortable clothes she could wear. daniela lifts her head up as you returned and held out a loose shirt with anime print on it and some comfortable shorts.

"my room's that way." you pointed.

daniela nods and mutters a small thank you before walking.

you padded to your fridge to prepare something to eat because you're a good hostess and you weren't about to let your crush starve.

only finding a tub of ice cream, you closed the fridge and decided on ordering takeout instead. as you turned, you see daniela return and you swore your heart went from 10 to 1000 real quick.

she looks so good in your clothes.

you noticed her makeup was gone. she flashed a small smile.

"i kind of used some of your products, sorry."

you shook your head, reassuring her it was ok.

"no, it's fine, really. i don't mind." you said.

she settles down on a chair and leans on the counter, watching you work on your phone.

"what you doing?" she asks, chin on her palm.

"ordering takeout. what do you want?" you ask, looking up and immediately wishing you didn’t because your heart just skipped a beat again with how she's propped on her chin and looking at you.

"fried chicken and fries." daniela answered.

you nodded and looked back down on your phone, trying to hide a faint blush creeping on your cheek.

daniela lets her eyes wander from you to the interior of your apartment. then her eyes landed on a discarded beer box. she chuckles.

you lift your head, looking at her.

"do you just have a stack of beer in your fridge?" daniela asks.

you nodded, wondering why she asked.

daniela leaves her seat and walks to your fridge to open it, only to answer her question. she let's out an amused laugh before taking one can.

"unbelievable."

...

"ugh, i love fried chicken so much."

daniela moaned as she bit down on her second drumstick.

you chuckled and took a sip of your beer, watching her devour a plateful of chicken.

"how'd you even know my address by the way?" you asked, curious as to how she got here.

daniela chuckles, swallowing her food before speaking.

"last night, you were so drunk that you told me the pillow smelled different so i told you you were in my apartment. then you began to tell me your address with very specific details and now im here thanks to the pink flower pot outside." daniela said, leaving you agape for a second before embarrassment flooded your system.

you groaned, "i'm never drinking again!"

daniela giggled watching you. the sound so pleasing to your ears. you let yourself stare at her.

the latina licks her fingers clean. the sight had you stuck watching her, eyes dropping to her lips that wrapped around her finger.

you didn’t even notice you licked your lip and inhaled deeply. but daniela saw, and her eyes changed. from looking at you with mirth to one of dangerous amusement.

"you're staring." she said, snapping you out of your stupor.

your face flushed as you immediately looked away. a trembling hand reaching for the can and bringing it to your lips.

as you took a sip, daniela spoke again.

"you like me too much, do you?"

you almost choked on the drink.

after coughing pathetically and daniela watching with dangerous amusement, you took a few breaths for turning to her.

"yeah i do," you whispered.

"really?" daniela asked, voice low and raspy that scratched your brain in a good way.

the two of you locked eyes, daniela's eyes piercing right through yours and there was something in those brown orbs that made you feel something. maybe it was the challenge in them, as if asking you to show her.

"yeah, i fucking do," you muttered, this time louder and feeling challenged.

daniela inches closer, eyes never leaving yours and a small smirk tugging on her lips. she leaned even closer, to your ear and let her breath fan over.

and with her a low and raspy voice, like a whisper of temptation, "why don't you show me?"

she pulled back slightly to look at your reaction and her smirk grew at your expression. mouth parted, eyes in conflict and your breath ragged.

then you closed the distance.

claiming daniela's lips, hesitant at first but as you felt her lips move against yours, you pushed closer. her hands snaked around your neck, one hand threading through your hair while yours cradled her jaw.

when daniela felt your tongue prod on her lips, her hands moved to your shoulders to gently push you away.

your eyes flew open, immediately missing the feeling of her lips.

"i..i'm..i haven't done this before..not with a girl..i..yn.." daniela says, eyes meeting yours.

you grab her hand from your shoulder and brought it up to your cheek, pressing a soft kiss on the palm.

“please…” you whisper, voice trembling.

“i… i can make you feel better…” another kiss, just above her knuckles this time, lingering longer. she doesn’t pull away. instead, her thumb brushes against your jaw, and you swallow hard.

“i can… i can treat you right…” you say breathlessly, leaning into her warmth, pressing one last kiss to the center of her palm.

you lean in, pausing just inches away if she would pull away, but she didn’t. your lips met hers again and this time, you moved hungrily against hers.

hunger creeps in, the kind that’s desperate, frantic, impossible to stop.

“i… i shouldn’t—” she gasps between kisses, voice shaky, but her hands pull you closer, dragging you impossibly near.

her body presses into yours, betraying every word she utters. you could taste the contradiction in her mouth, salty, sweet, urgent.

daniela's back met the couch with a soft thud, cushioned by the blankets and pillows.

“yn… i… shou—” her protest dies on her lips as you press your mouth to hers again, deep, claiming.

her fingers curl into your hair, tugging softly, pulling you closer, betraying every word she just tried to speak.

you pulled away for a second to admire her before her lips chased yours and claimed yours with the same hunger.

her hands crawled from your hair, exploring, wandering, tracing every curve as if memorizing you.

you moaned softly into her, breath hitching as her palms cupped your chest, careful yet insistent, claiming you in ways words could never.

breaking away from her lips, you trail wet, heated kisses along her jaw, down to the delicate curve of her neck.

she shivers under you, hands moving from your chest back to your hair, tugging softly, her breath hitches with every kiss, every touch, and the pull of her fingers in your hair only drives you further, deeper into the delicious chaos of her body and yours.

"a-ah..i shouldn't..f..fuck.."

she gasps as you sucked on a spot you found to be her sensitive spot. her hands pull you closer despite how her words try to push you away.

every gasp, every quiver, betrays her denial, screaming the truth she won’t admit: she wants this, wants you, just as desperately.

maybe it’s the alcohol coursing through her veins, loosening her restraint, or maybe it’s the sting of being played by a guy, the ache of betrayal still raw in her chest.

whatever it is, it pushes her closer to you.

you lean back, catching the way a soft whimper left her mouth as she tried to chase your lips.

your hands framed her waist, leaning down to leave a trail of kisses on her collarbone to every exposed skin, hands slightly tugging on the shirt. her body arches into yours despite the “no” trembling on her lips, a soft sigh slipping past her teeth, betraying everything.

daniela shouldn't want this. no. but you’re too fucking good at this. at making the ache, the sting, the betrayal she just endured, to vanish.

and then she stops. really stops.

she lets herself surrender. lets herself be carried away by the storm of sensations, your hands, your lips, the way your touch erases the pain of everything she’s been through.

her hands press against your chest, pushing you back just slightly, shaky but deliberate.

then she peels her shirt off, hesitating for a fraction of a second, and you’re already moving, helping her, fingers brushing skin, heart hammering.

the discarded shirt lands somewhere forgotten, and before she can catch her breath, you lean into her lips again.

you gently pulled away from her lips and bent down, your mouth closing on her nipple as your tongue flicked and danced across the hardened bud.

daniela threw her head back against the pillow, biting her lips.

"..fuck.." she moaned, hands tugging on your hair.

your tongue traced slow circles, savoring the taste of her skin as her grip tightened, pulling you deeper into the moment.

your hand cupped the other, fingers kneading and squeezing the soft flesh, teasing her nipple until it hardened beneath your touch.

sighs and breathy moans slipped continuously from daniela’s lips, each one a trembling confession. you were so damn good at driving her wild.

you latched onto the other breast, lavishing it with the same attention, then released it with a soft pop before claiming her lips once more. her lips, once hesitant, were now hungry against yours.

daniela’s breath hitched as your hand slid to tug at the waistband of her shorts. your eyes locked with hers, silent and pleading, while your lips traced gentle kisses over her skin, pausing slightly with each one.

“please...” you whispered softly.

“let me treat you better. let me love you better." your voice thick with longing.

her eyes fluttered open, taking in the way you were looking at her with desperation and hunger in your eyes as your voice shook, pleading.

"do it.." she whispers, pulling your face close.

"love me better.." a kiss on your ear,

"love me like im the only one that matters..." and on your lips.

she pulls just enough to look at you, eyes glassy, swimming with too many emotions to name. the look she gives you urged you to please her. the world narrows to her, her warmth, her breath that caressed your face, her scent, the she whispers your name.

you closed the gap between you, lips colliding and moving together. breaths tangled, sighs and moans filled the room that night. the heat in the house contradicting the cold downpour outside, creating a foggy window.

...

the sun's bright light shone through your windows, waking you up from your deep slumber. you winced at the brightness and turned your back to it. as you did, you smelled the faint perfume of someone else.

that someone being daniela.

when it finally registered to you, your eyes flew open and expected someone on your bed but you were alone. your hand touched the spot where you thought daniela laid and slept.

she left before you even woke up. you look for your phone and found it on the nightstand. grabbing it, you tried turning it on but it was dead. you grumbled before charging it and left the bed to start the day.

walking butt naked to the bathroom, you stopped by the mirror to admire yourself (more like pity yourself). your eyes fell on the faint bruises on your neck, unmistakably daniela's.

you chuckled lightly before shaking your head.

after you finished your morning routine, you went back to your phone to check what you missed.

a couple missed calls from lara, unread messages from lara...and daniela.

like a good friend you were, you opened daniela's first before lara's. but you wished you didn't because what you read broke your mood.

you closed the phone and tossed it on the bed. a sharp exhale escaped your mouth before a bitter chuckle followed.

"of course, that'd happen."

a tear rolled down your cheeks. you reached for your phone and looked at it one last time, the unread messages stacking up, one name standing out.

karina remembers it very clearly.

how bright and colorful her life was when she met her husband, mark. she loved him and he loved her. that was enough. 

or so she thought. 

because just a week after their wedding, that bright, colorful life began to fade into something dull and lifeless. his heart turned stone cold, and his eyes no longer held the warmth she once knew. he was no longer the man she had fallen in love with.

but when they went out to parties or social gatherings, he slips into the role of a loving husband. a skillful performance that masked the coldness beneath. and the moment they were away from prying eyes, the act vanished like a switch being flipped. behaving like strangers.

karina understood why. it was painfully clear. he hadn’t married her—he married her money, and he never even put any effort in hiding it.

so now she’s trapped inside her cold fortress, broken down by someone who doesn’t even spare her a glance, emotionally and mentally bruised.

-

karina lifted her head up upon hearing the sound of door opening. she paused from her painting session and watch as an elderly woman walked in carrying a tray.

it was the head maid, donna.

"where's the young maid?" karina asks.

donna placed the tray and turned to face karina.

"she was pregnant, she resigned." karina nodded, resuming on her painting.

"but the new one should start this evening."

karina hums, "make sure she's well debriefed." 

donna nodded before leaving the room.

karina looks at her painting. a dull mixture of gray and blue. symbolising the mental situation she is in.

a few rooms away from karina’s, you stood before the head maid, donna. her expression was stern as she went over the house rules and your chores.

you stood still, hands clasped in front of you, fingers picking at the small scab on your knuckle.

“you will start this evening. miss karina needs her tea whenever she goes out on the balcony. i assume you know how to make tea?” she asked, eyes fixed on you expectantly.

you nodded, offering a small smile.

“yes, i do.”

“good.”

after explaining your duties, she handed you a uniform—a black dress that stopped just above your knees, with white cuffs and collar, and an apron trimmed with frilly edges.

you wore it and smiled at your reflection in the mirror before being called to the kitchen.

the clock struck 9 pm, the time karina does her nightly stay on the balcony, so you began preparing her tea. you made sure to ask the chef how she liked it—better safe than sorry. you’d learned the hard way in previous jobs, when messing up meant getting scolded or worse.

carrying the tray, you passed by karina’s husband, jae wook. you greeted him quietly, but he didn’t even spare you a glance, walking past like you were invisible.

“what a dick.” you muttered under your breath.

reaching the balcony, you saw a woman in a black silk robe that looked like it cost more than your entire paycheck.

you gently knocked on the glass door, quietly announcing your presence.

karina shifted, turning her head to the side, revealing a profile so breathtaking it stole your breath away.

she looked like a statue in a museum. every feature perfectly carved by gods and goddesses.

“i said, put it down on the table.”

a firm voice snapped you out of your trance.

you flinched and hurried to place the tray on the glass table.

‘great job, yn.' you muttered to yourself.

afterwards, you stood at a respectful distance—not too close to invade her space, but close enough for her to call on you if she needed anything.

a week had passed and you observed many things in the mansion.

karina and jae wook barely interacted. scratch that—jae wook ignores her completely, no matter how many times she tried to reach out. you couldn’t help but pity her. it was painfully clear how much she loved him, how desperate she was just to get a sliver of attention, a single sign that he cared.

then came jae wook’s suspicious habits—coming home late at night, often drunk, sometimes smelling like he’d smoked half a pack of cigarettes. you could tell he was hiding something. something painfully obvious. an affair.

men often smoke to cover the scent of perfume, and jae wook’s constant cigarette smell every time he walked through the door gave him away.

it made you feel sorry for karina, seeing how badly he treated her, how little she deserved it.

you felt it was unfair for her. though you have not known the woman enough, but you felt like she deserved better.

“yn." donna called.

you looked up. “yes, madam?”

donna called another maid over and nodded toward you. the maid smiled and took over the dishes.

“karina asked for you.”

you nodded, dried your hands, and headed toward karina’s room.

you knocked softly before entering. inside, karina sat on a stool with her back to you, facing a large canvas.

her head turned, eyes meeting yours briefly before she looked back at the painting.

“you asked for me, miss?”

karina hummed. “i wanted to ask your opinion.”

she stood and stepped away from the canvas, inviting you to look at her work.

the painting was a swirl of blues and grays, strokes scattered seemingly at random. to most, it might look empty and plain, but art was a language of feeling—and this piece spoke volumes about what karina carried inside.

“everyone else said it looks empty." she said quietly.

“it is empty.” you agreed.

karina’s eyes searched yours, unreadable.

“but it perfectly captures the artist’s feelings—an empty chaos.” you added.

she let out a soft, faint chuckle. for you, it was a moment that felt like life itself.

the sound seemed to tickle you. you wanted to hear it again.

“finally. someone who understands.” she said, settling back onto the stool.

you looked at her face—once so blank, now softened with a hint of relief and amusement. her eyes sparkled with a new glint of interest as they met yours.

“what’s your name?” she asked.

“yn, miss.”

“yn... yn...” she repeated, as if testing the sound.

you liked how it rolled off her tongue, how her voice softened when she said your name. suddenly, you found yourself liking your name more than ever before.

the next day, she called for you again.

you stood by the door, close enough for her to feel your presence as she sat at the vanity desk, brushing her long black hair.

“do you enjoy art, yn?” she asked, eyes meeting yours through the mirror.

“i do. it fascinates me how people express themselves in so many different ways.” you answered.

karina hummed in agreement.

“art is... very interesting. it helps me destress when things get too hectic to handle.” she said softly.

then she paused and turned to face you.

“do you paint?” she asked.

you shook your head. “unfortunately, i wasn’t gifted with the talent for it.”

karina chuckled, the sound once again pleasing to your ears. the fact that you had sparked it made you feel unexpectedly warm.

“how unfortunate. i would have asked you to paint with me.” she said, turning back to the mirror.

then she paused again, looking at you through the reflection.

“be my muse.”

you froze, eyes wide, mouth hanging open before you could find the words.

“pardon?”

“be my muse. since you can’t paint.” karina said casually.

she stood up and walked to the spot where she usually painted. grabbing an empty canvas from the corner of the room, she settled it on the easel.

you remained frozen in place, like a statue, watching her prepare.

karina glanced at you, raising an eyebrow.

“do i have to drag you myself?” she asked.

you snapped out of it and quickly moved to where she wanted you to stand.

“there. perfect. don’t move.” she said, sitting on the stool.

you stood still for the entire afternoon. though it was uncomfortable and unpleasant, the way her eyes lingered on you made it worthwhile. you liked how she studied your features, how her gaze held you. you enjoyed the attention more than you expected.

the moon hung high when karina finally finished. you let out a sigh of relief, grateful to finally move. you reached out to peek at the painting, but karina held up a hand to stop you.

you looked at her, curious.

“i’ll show you tomorrow.” she said softly.

you nodded and left her room.

karina watched the door close behind you before turning back to the painting. she took one last look, then stood and walked toward the bathroom.

jae wook arrived late. again. as he entered the mansion, he spotted karina sitting on the couch, watching a show. hearing his footsteps, she looked up and stood, eyes widening. 

she followed him as he made his way to his office.

“you’re late. again.” she said quietly.

“i’m tired, karina. not now.” jae wook replied curtly.

“you smell like cigarette. you smoke now?” she asked, nose wrinkling at the stench.

jae wook sighed, turning to face her. his eyes were dark, dull—not the ones she once loved.

“can you just leave me alone, karina? i don’t want you up my ass every single second!” he snapped, turning his back on her.

karina’s eyes glistened with tears. she bit her lip, trying to hold back a sob. without another word, she turned and hurried out of his office, running to her room.

you saw it all—the sadness in her eyes, the weight on her face. no, you didn’t like it. she didn’t deserve this.

you stared at the closed door of jae wook’s office before padding back to your room. face shadowed with something dark.

the next morning came and you were met with a calm karina. her face peaceful like she hadn't just cried over jae wook last night.

"good morning, miss karina." 

her eyes landed on you, the stare giving a tingling feeling on your skin.

"good morning, yn." she greets back. your heart raced at her response. that was a first. she usually just hums or nods whenever you greet her.

"are you curious to see that painting?" she asks and you nodded, excited to see how you look like in her perspective.

karina flips the canvas so it's facing you and the second your eyes landed on it, you were speechless. frozen on the spot, eyes marvelling at the art before you.

"miss karina?" you managed to call out.

"hmm?" she hums, looking at your face. interest swimming in her eyes as she takes in your fascinated expression.

"am i looking at a mirror right now?" you asked but what answered you was a beautiful melody.

karina laughed. she laughed. albeit short, it was soft, angelic, something that came from heaven. you wanted to hear it again.

your eyes tore off the canvas as you look at her, enchanted by her laugh.

there, a small smile rested on her lips. you made her smile. you made her laugh. you couldn't be prouder.

"what do you think?" she finally asks.

you look back at the painting. you were looking at yourself. a portrait of you so beautifully painted, your features perfectly captured.

"miss karina, this is breathtaking! you really are blessed with such talent!" you exclaimed, stepping closer to examine the painting.

karina felt her lips twitch upward upon hearing your words. something unfamiliar swelled in her heart, it made her happy, seen, recognized, acknowledged.

she rests a hand on where her heart is, unsettled with such unfamiliar feeling.

your eyes caught it, a smile carved your lips.

"you should be proud, miss karina." you said.

karina blinks, looking at her work.

"i feel weird." she says.

"that's pride, miss karina. be proud of what you made." 

those words never left karina’s mind. even when she was in the shower where she usually thinks of the past, your words echoed repeatedly. 

it had been so long since she's heard genuine kind words. she almost forgot how it felt to be seen. and for the first time, she felt free, not chasing for jae wook’s attention.

and all of it was because of you. a young maid that was supposed to be just another person. but you became someone in her life.

maybe someone she can learn to trust.

-

you laid on your back, eyes staring at ceiling. paint peeling off, a thin carpet of dust on it and cobwebs decorating the corners.

your mind flashed back to walking past expensive vases, paintings, small sculptures and handcrafted wall decorations. all of it looked very pricey. the yu family really are filthy rich.

your eyes glimmered at the thought of having your hands on it.

 after all, it was your main intent in getting this job.

it was easy. rich people tend to get lonely and sad very easily. you get them to trust you, break their walls down, take their treasures and then disappear. 

but karina.

you couldn't imagine doing such thing to karina. 

she wasn't just any rich person with a treasure. for you, she was the treasure herself. a neglected one. 

you remembered seeing her face for the first time. you felt like looking at a statue in a museum. the way her tears looked like pearls when she cried, or when you caught yourself staring at her smooth skin that looked like she bathed herself in milk.

her melodic voice that sounded like a siren's song and an angel's instrument. and lastly, her hands. those hands. skillful, blessed with talent.

oh, she was more than just treasure and it's driving you insane. she's driving you insane and you might just become obsessed.

one night, on your way to your room, you saw karina sitting in the living room. a show played on the tv, but she didn’t pay attention to it. instead, she stared down at her phone, waiting for a notification to light up the screen.

your blood boiled. she was clearly waiting for jae wook.

again.

you walked over to her.

“miss karina?” you called softly.

she looked up, meeting your gaze.

“oh, yn. heading to sleep?” you nodded, eyes fixed on her.

“how about you, miss? aren’t you going to sleep?”

karina shook her head.

“i’m waiting for jae wook." she said, and your stomach twisted.

you almost scoffed, but held it in.

“but it’ll be late when he arrives. will you be okay?”

“i will, don’t worry. you should sleep, yn.” with a helpless nod, you left and walked to your room.

but sleep wouldn’t come.

you tossed and turned on the hard mattress, your mind racing. why did karina still care for that man? jae wook didn’t deserve her. he didn’t deserve such a treasure.

then you heard it—faint voices. a man’s voice, loud and angry.

you sprang to your feet, pressing your ear against the door.

“i told you it’s nothing!”

jae wook yelled, anger bubbling beneath his words. karina scoffed, refusing to believe him.

“i’m not stupid, jae wook. that’s a hickey!” she snapped back, eyes locked on the red mark barely hidden on his neck.

he ran a hand through his hair in frustration, jaw clenched tight as he bit back the words threatening to escape.

“i had a rough day, karina. don’t start." he said, then stormed past her, his footsteps heavy and angry.

karina stayed rooted in place, eyes cast downward, until the sharp slam of a door made her flinch.

her fists clenched tightly as tears welled up in her eyes. she padded down to her room, slamming the door shut behind her as she slid down with her back against it, sitting on the cold tiled floor, letting her emotions spill free.

she hugged her knees, resting her head on her arms, trying to muffle her sobs.

then a faint knock echoed through the room. she paused.

“miss karina?”

it was your voice.

karina wiped at her tears with one hand while the other shuffled to open the door.

when the door opened, she was met with your worried face.

“miss karina? are you okay? i heard the doors slamming and thought something happened.” you said softly, your voice gentle.

you saw her red, swollen eyes, the faint traces of tears still glistening. her lips, chapped and red from crying, looked almost too tender.

karina closed the door behind you and then wrapped you in a tight hug, burying her face in your shoulder as her body trembled with muffled sobs.

you stood frozen for a moment, unsure what to do.

then your hands moved—one patting a slow, comforting rhythm on her back, the other gently stroking her hair.

karina’s grip tightened, but you didn’t pull away. not when the woman you were beginning to care for was seeking comfort in your arms.

when her body stopped trembling and her breathing calmed, you lifted her in her arms. she was surprisingly light, making it easy for you to tuck her in bed. 

you left her room as quiet as you can after making sure karina was comfortably asleep. taking one last look at her now peaceful face, you closed the door softly. 

walking back to your room, you paused just outside jae wook’s office, eyeing the closed door before resuming your way to your room.

-

karina sat by the glass doors leading to the pool, staring at the water as her mind drifted. jae wook had left before she could even talk to him. she had just learned from the driver that he’d gone out of town for a business trip.

she didn’t believe it.

her eyes followed the moon’s reflection dancing on the water’s surface. then she looked up as donna passed by and called her.

“please call yn.”

donna nodded and hurried off to fetch you.

you rushed over as soon as donna told you karina had requested you.

karina looked at you, a small smile gracing her lips when she saw you.

“i feel like taking a swim tonight.” she said, standing up.

“i’ll go prepare your swimsuit." you said, turning to leave, but karina stopped you.

“no need.” she slid open the glass door and stepped outside.

you watched her helplessly before following.

then, without warning, she slipped off her silk robe, letting it fall to the ground.

your eyes widened at the sight, cheeks flushing, ears probably turning red.

karina wore a black silk nightgown that stopped just mid-thigh. her milk-like skin glowing softly under the moonlight.

you quickly looked away, your mouth suddenly dry from the unexpected sight.

then you heard a splash. you glanced back—and immediately wished you hadn’t.

karina emerged from the water, wet hair slicked back, the nightgown clinging to her figure.

her eyes met yours, and your breath hitched, feeling as if you’d been caught staring. you couldn’t help it.

“come join me.” she said, pulling you out of your trance.

“pardon?” you asked, voice barely steady.

you watched karina step out of the pool, your eyes unconsciously drifting down to her curvaceous figure.

suddenly, she was standing close to you.

“come join me. it’d be boring if it’s just me swimming.” karina said, her voice a low, breathy whisper.

your heart pounded wildly.

“b-but i don’t have a swimsuit.”

karina chuckled, trailing a wet finger along your shoulder.

“and i’m not wearing one, right? come on.”

her hands found your shoulders, turning you around so your back faced her. then you felt the zipper being pulled down. you swallowed hard.

the faint vibrations of the zipper sliding down sent a shiver through you. it stopped just above your lower back.

“join me, yn." she said, this time firm.

you let out a soft “yes.” shrugging your dress off and letting it fall down. now left in your underwear, you felt your skin burn under karina’s intense gaze.

you turned to face her, noticing how her eyes avoided yours. the feeling of being naked under her stare was almost overwhelming.

then her eyes lifted to meet yours again. you almost flinched.

“you’ve got a nice body." she commented, sending your senses into chaos.

then she dove into the pool, the splash pulling you back to reality. karina emerged from the water and called out to you.

you stepped forward and jumped in.

a small smile curved karina’s lips watching you jump in. she swam to you as you emerged to the surface.

“can you swim, yn?” she asked.

you looked at her and nodded.

“race you to the other side then.” she said, her voice playful before she turned and pushed off, swimming ahead.

your eyes widened, a smile spreading across your lips. you chased after her and in the end, karina won.

she rested her arms on the ledge, folding it to lay her head down. you settled beside her, back against the ledge, arms supporting you.

karina watched you closely, studying your side profile, your eyes, nose, and lips. her gaze lingered longer on it before rising to meet your eyes again.

“thank you, yn. for last night." she said softly.

you smiled warmly.

“it’s no problem, miss karina.”

she hummed.

“just call me karina.”

you looked into her eyes and were met with a gaze that held something different—something that made your stomach warm with a quiet flutter.

“ok, karina.” the name felt unfamiliar on your tongue, yet oddly satisfying.

then followed a comfortable silence, filled only by the faint chorus of crickets and the occasional song of distant birds.

karina broke the silence.

“have you ever felt trapped, yn?”

you met her gaze, noticing the solemn expression painting her face—a face marked by love and loss.

“betrayed?” she added softly.

you paused, thinking.

“at some point, i might have.” you answered quietly.

“did you get out?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

your mind flashed back to the dark memories you had long grown numb to recalling.

“i did.”

karina looked at you, the intensity in her eyes twisting something deep inside you.

“i don’t want to feel trapped anymore...”

your lips parted, heart pounding fiercely. her words sounded like a plea—a desperate request, a silent call for help. like she was reaching out, hoping you could pull her from the depths of her misery.

karina’s eyes locked onto yours, dark and almost pleading, as if she saw something in you that could save her.

“will you help me, yn?”

then she closed the distance between you, her hands resting firmly on your shoulders, gripping as if anchoring herself to you.

you drowned in her gaze, and you let yourself gladly sink into it.

“if you let me...” you whispered, your hands sliding to her waist, pulling her close.

“there’s no turning back.” you finished, voice low and steady.

karina’s arms snaked around your neck, drawing you in. your lips crashed together, moving hungrily, a desperate hunger shared between two souls seeking solace.

your arms tightened around her, drawing a soft sigh from karina. seizing the moment, you deepened the kiss, your tongue gently exploring hers. she pulled you impossibly closer, her warmth a tender contrast against the chill of the night air.

karina knew it was wrong—to kiss someone who was supposed to be working for her. but she couldn’t help it. it felt right. you felt right.

you were the only one who truly saw her. so how could she let the one person who finally acknowledged her slip away from her grasp?

-

you dropped the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it under your shoe, exhaling the smoke slowly.

you took a day off, using the excuse of family matters. donna didn’t hesitate to let you go. karina, however, hesitated.

karina. 

after that night by the pool, everything between you two had shifted. you weren’t just maid and mistress anymore. no, you were something more. at least, that’s what you hoped.

your eyes landed on an open duffel bag, thick wads of cash spilling out—money from a previous job. 

a job not so different from this one.

a job where you worked as a maid, befriended a rich, broken soul, broke down their walls, earned their trust... only to steal their treasures one day.

a skill you’d perfected. it was easy. you’d done it many times.

so why were you hesitating now?

you told yourself not to get attached. but here you are—heart racing wildly whenever karina looked your way, blood boiling whenever her husband was near.

you wanted to deny it. deny the fact that you were starting to care, to feel, to be obsessed.

but the kiss muddled everything.

and the look karina gave you? priceless. no amount of money could ever replace the pleasure it brought. you wanted to see it again. you wanted to see her again.

-

karina lay on her bed, restless.

she wasn’t used to you being gone. or maybe she’d grown to love your presence.

her lips still tingled from the memory of your kiss. it had freed her, made her feel, for once, truly free—as if it had pulled her out of the darkness.

and maybe she let her thoughts run too wild.

because her mind was now replaying the image of you from that night—clad only in your underwear, water clinging to your skin. how your hands had touched her so right. it had felt so right.

without realizing it, karina’s hand slowly slid between her thighs, fingers brushing against her warm, clothed core—throbbing, aching to be touched.

she closed her eyes, letting herself imagine it was your hands exploring her instead.

a soft sigh escaped her lips as her fingers slipped beneath her panties. her middle finger traced along her slick, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her body.

she moaned softly, circling her clit, picturing your face—looking at her with lust and possessiveness.

then she slipped a finger inside, pumping it slowly before adding another. karina’s moans grew louder, her voice thick with need.

she didn’t even realize she was whispering your name.

the thought of you made her wetter, her body aching as she pumped her fingers deeper.

 oh, how badly she wanted it to be you.

karina now stood before the bathroom mirror, staring at her reflection, thoughts running. water dripped from her face, strands of hair sticking on her face. 

the sound of her phone ringing pulled her out of her thoughts. she takes one last look of herself before walking out of the bathroom.

she answers it upon seeing her father’s name.

"have you seen the news?"

her heart dropped.

karina struggled getting a word out as her hands gripped the phone tight. she rushes to her tablet, opening it. 

she searched up her name and immediately, articles about jae wook being involved in an affair spilled out. all of which were recently posted.

karina almost dropped her phone.

"what a disgrace to our name!" he father hissed on the other end.

she flinched upon hearing his words, heart hammering in her chest.

"fix this mess." was all he said before hanging up.

karina finally breathes, heavily, before her short breathes became ragged. rage quickly bubbled in her as she threw the table across the room, smashing into pieces upon contact.

she screams, an angry screams. her hands grabbed the nearest object and hauled it across the room. same followed the others, expensive objects flying across the room.

you heard the commotion upon arriving. donna looked at you, worry painting her face. the sounds were coming from karina’s room.

you rushed to her room, footsteps echoing as you basically ran.

you opened the door and ducked when you see something flying past you.

karina’s eyes met yours. she froze, a vase in her hand.

"karina?" you called out, walking slowky towards her.

her eyes red from crying, tears painting her skin, and her lips trembling as ragged breaths come out.

as you neared, karina broke down, dropping the vase slowly before falling on her knees. you catched her, wrapping your arms around her figure.

she quickly curled into you, arms tight around you, hands gripping your jacket, tight, like she didn’t want to let you go.

her body trembled against you, broken sobs coming out muffled. your hand stroked her hair, attempting to soothe her. 

you felt her pull away. you loosened your arms around her and met her bloodshot eyes, puffy and wet with tears.

"i knew he was cheating...i..i just didn't think it'd hurt so much seeing it." she says, voice raspy.

your hands reached to cradle her face, thumbs wiping the tears rolling down.

"i loved him...i really did..." she adds, voice breaking at the end.

you pull her into a hug in which she accepts, her arms coiling around your neck. you could feel her warm breath tickling your skin. 

when karina calmed down, you brought her a cup of warm tea. you set it on the table beside her as she sat on the edge of the bed.

she watched you, noticing that you weren't wearing your maid uniform. you probably ran straight to her room upon arriving from a day off. 

that touched her heart.

you offered a small smile at her before walking to the bathroom and coming out with cotton, bandages and alcohol.

you kneeled in front of her, looking up at her.

"can i?" you ask, voice soft.

karina almost stopped breathing at the sight before nodding wordlessly.

you looked down at the wound on her leg, most probably from the glass pieces. gently, you held her leg, pulling it near before dabbing on the wound with cotton.

you hear her hiss as the alcohol seeped into the small wound. you muttered a soft apology, touch so gentle, it almost felt like a feather brushing on her.

after appling a bandage on it, you looked up at her and gestured for her hands. 

she lifted it to her lap and saw the small cuts and blood that she failed to notice.

you immediately worked on it, cleaning the blood and putting on bandages. after working on it, you cleaned the used cottons and stood up.

"thank you, yn." karina says.

you meet her eyes. soft orbs shining as they met yours.

your eyes slightly curved as you offered a smile.

"no problem, karina."

karina’s eyes landed on the mess behind you, a sigh escaping her lips. she looks down at the cuts on her hand that were now bandages. her skin tingling as the feeling of your gentle touch lingered.

she heard shuffling and looked up to you removing your jacket, revealing you in a white tank top and unexpectedly toned arms.

karina’s throat bobbed. lips slightly parted.

she had not expected her young maid to have such....package. she didn’t even notice it when you got in the pool with her. or maybe because the lighting in her room was much brighter than in the pool, making your muscles stand out.

upon realizing she was checking you out, she looked away and reached for the warn cup of tea, bringing it to her lips and taking a sip.

she turns her eyes back at you who was now crouching and picking up the broken pieces of objects, plastic in hand. 

you cleaned the mess. hands carefully picking up the shards of glass and the broken furniture pieces. 

what a waste of money. you thought as you shoved broken expensive objects in the trash bag. 

after clearing the bigger pieces, you took a broom and sweeped the smaller pieces. you worked hard. you could feel the sweat start gathering in your denim pants and the occasional drop of sweat from your face.

karina noticed that. your skin covered with the thin sheet of sweat. not just on your face, but on your arms that she couldn't help but look at. mouth going dry as the muscles flexed whenever you moved.

after making sure there were no more broken pieces on the floor left, you let yourself breathe as you leaned against the wall. your hand reaching for your top, gripping it and fanning yourself with it.

karina watched, she couldn't help it.

you noticed and stopped.

"i'm sorry, it was hot." you apologized, dropping your hands.

she shook her head, "it's ok...i should be sorry for making such a mess." 

"thank you again, yn." she follows.

you smiled once again. you turned to grab your jacket hung on a chair, preparing to leave.

karina didn't miss the way your biceps popped out as your arms folded. she bit her lip, stomach pooling with something warm. 

her thighs squeezed, a sigh coming out at the pressure. she couldn't help it. you looked so irresistible in your clothes. 

"yn?" she called.

you look at her. you didn’t miss the way how her voice nearly trembled at the end.

karina crawls out of the bed and slowly walks to you without breaking eye contact. her eyes hazy, clouded with something you’ve seen before. 

you didn’t even notice how close she was now.

karina lifted a hand and ran it over your sweat-slick arms, fingers tracing over your faint muscles. her touch warm, inviting and dangerous.

your eyes dropped to her mouth and watched it move as she spoke.

“i need you.” 

your breath catches, looking at her with wide eyes, caught off guard by her words.

you stammer out a reply, “w-what?” 

karina said nothing. instead, she drags her hand to your neck, wrapping her fingers around it and pulls you close, her lips ghosting over your ear. warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

she whispers, “i fucking need you.” 

then without warning, she crashes her lips against yours. 

your body stiffened, eyes wide with shock at her display of raw emotions. 

her lips pressed against yours, pulling you out of your trance. you closed your eyes, surrendering to the emotions you once wanted to bury, letting it take control. 

your hands snaked to karina’s hips, gripping it firmly as if to ground yourself, while hers curled around your neck, pulling you impossibly closer. mouths moving in a heated dance, each fighting for dominance. 

your hands slid to her thighs, lifting her effortlessly as her legs wrapped tightly around you, never breaking the kiss. step by step, you carried her to the bed, lowering her gently onto the soft mattress.

her arms found your neck almost immediately, pulling you into a hungry, demanding kiss. with your knees planted firmly on either side of her, you hovered above her, the heat between you crackling with unspoken desire. 

you pull away slightly, catching your breath. your eyes met, each clouded with lust, need and something more, something unspoken.

"stay..." karina whispers, eyes shining with plea.

you pressed your lips against hers, and karina welcomed it, tightening her hold around you as if afraid you might disappear.

your lips traveled down to her jaw, leaving wet kisses as you traced a path to her neck, sucking and nipping gently at the  skin.

pulling back, you met her eyes, silently asking for her consent.

karina sat up and slowly lifted her nightgown off, revealing her bare skin. you marveled at her, your eyes wandering but your body remaining still. she smirked, clearly enjoying your reaction.

you were only taken out of your stupor when she held your chin, you hadn’t even noticed that she leaned closer.

"you will do anything for me, right yn?" she asks, voice soft like a whisper.

you felt entranced, held captive by her gaze. without even thinking about it, you spoke.

"anything..." 

karina smiled, then pulled you with her as she fell back onto the bed, your lips crashing together in a heated kiss.

you pulled away briefly and quickly latched onto her nipple, swirling your tongue around the bud while your hand played with the other.

karina spilled out breathy moans, your name falling from her lips like a chant, filled with need and longing.

karina let her hand comb through your hair, pulling you closer and occasionally fisting your hair. you moaned softly, the vibrations sending shivers across her skin.

you released with a soft pop before turning your attention to the other side, your tongue warm against karina’s skin. she sighed blissfully, her breath heaving with pleasure.

when you felt you’d given enough attention to her chest, you kissed your way down her stomach to her abdomen, where your fingers played teasingly with the hem of her underwear.

your face ghosted over her clothed core, pressing a gentle kiss on the fabric, already feeling her wetness beneath. karina whined, pushing into you, but you held a firm hand on her thigh, squeezing it as a warning.

then you stuck your tongue out, dragging a long, slow lick over her clothed clit. karina moaned loudly, hands gripping the sheets as her legs twitched uncontrollably from the pleasure.

"yn fuck!" 

you glanced up at karina, her face painted in pure pleasure—eyebrows furrowed, eyes half-lidded, lips red and swollen from your kisses and from how hard she’d bitten down to hold back her cries.

you dragged your tongue over her again, slower this time, your gaze never leaving her face. the way her features contorted in bliss was intoxicating—a sight you wanted to memorize.

without another moment’s hesitation, you hooked your fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs, tossing them aside. then you leaned in, latching onto her clit with your lips.

karina’s whole body jolted at the sensation, a loud, guttural moan ripping from her throat as your tongue worked her with hungry devotion. her hands found your hair again, desperate and trembling, holding you close as her hips bucked up, chasing every wave of pleasure you gave her.

the air was thick with her scent, with the sound of her need, with the electric connection that pulsed between you both—making every touch, every moan, feel like something neither of you would ever forget.

while your tongue played circles on her clit, you slid a finger in karina, taking out a gasp from her then followed with a moan. you pumped it slowly, her slick making it easy to slide in and out. 

you slipped in another finger, gradually picking up your pace. karina's grip on the sheets tightened with her knuckles turning white. moans spilling out of her mouth endlessly.

while your hand worked magic in her, your mouth was still latched on her clit, circling your tongue on the bud and occasionally sucking it, overwhelming karina with pleasure. so much so, her legs would twitch and close in around you.

you rest your free hand on her thigh, holding it down when you felt her climax coming. her moans becoming louder and breaths coming out ragged, her stomach tensed as she nears her release.

"fuck! don't stop!" karina moans, her hand landing on your hair to grip it.

when she came with a loud moan, releasing her juices, you didn’t stop. you couldn’t. not when you've had a taste of her. she was so addicting.

you maintained your pace, pumping your fingers in her until she reached her second climax. you couldn’t care less if you injured your hand.

karina almost screamed as she came for the second time, legs shaking and eyes rolled back. 

you slowed down to help her ride her. orgasm. after, you pulled out your fingers and brought then to your lips, sucking her juices whilst looking at her in the eye.

releasing your fingers with a pop, you leaned back to her pussy, drenched in her release. you lapped up her juice, sucking her dry and clean before you left kisses from her abdomen up to her neck.

karina brought her hand to your neck and pull you in for a kiss, tasting herself in your lips.

“only in your touch do i feel so free.” karina whispered as you slowly pulled away.

her words tugged at something deep inside you—a raw, aching part of your soul that longed to protect, to heal, to be the reason she felt that freedom.

"then let me be your freedom." you whispered back.

karina looks at you with those eyes. the ones that looked at you like you hung the stars. 

"will you do anything for me?" she asks, voice soft.

you grabbed her hand that was wrapped around your neck and brought it to your lips, pressing a soft kiss on it.

with your eyes not leaving hers, you answered.

"everything."

-

karina’s words echoed in your mind, her image lingering far longer than you expected. you didn’t mind—it only fueled your determination.

you sat in the rental car, eyes fixed on the building ahead. the clock struck 9 p.m., and jae wook was supposed to emerge from his “work.”

then the doors slid open.

your gaze landed on a man, unmistakably jae wook, holding a woman in his arms, clearly not a friend.

they got into a car and drove off. you followed from a distance, your mind clouded with hatred and anger.

he was the reason karina felt trapped, hurt, and suffering.

this moment sharpened your resolve to protect her, to be the one who could finally set her free.

you soon reached an empty stretch of highway. streetlamps flickered weakly, and barely a building stood nearby. it was the perfect chance.

you stepped on the gas, speeding up until your car deliberately bumped into jae wook’s sports car.

their vehicle slowed, pulling over to the side, and you followed close behind.

jae wook climbed out, eyes narrowing as he inspected the damage. then he stormed over and knocked aggressively on your window.

you rolled it down and stepped out. his voice was loud, sharp as a bark.

“are you fucking blind?! can’t you see how wide the road is?!”

you met his gaze, your face blank but your eyes burning with dark intensity. he faltered, almost thrown off by the look you gave him.

then he froze—recognition dawning. you were the maid.

he stammered something, but you didn’t give him the chance.

your fist connected hard with his gut, knocking the breath out of him. your hands grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking his face against your car with a sickening crack that echoed through the night.

a car door slammed nearby, and you looked up to see the woman stepping out, eyes wide in shock, mouth opening to scream. you didn’t let her.

let’s just say they got dealt with that night.

-

karina woke up the next day, her body heavy and muscles sore, especially in the places that still tingled with last night’s touch. her throat felt dry, and she immediately reached for the glass of water on her nightstand, gulping it down in one thirsty swallow.

she lifted the blankets and caught sight of her naked body, the warmth of the morning light casting soft shadows across her skin. memories of last night surged through her mind—every kiss, every touch, every whispered word.

a stupid, satisfied smile slowly crept onto her lips as she reminisced.

the door opened and you came in carrying a tray of food, a gentle smile softening your features as your eyes met hers.

karina smiled back, watching as you laid the tray carefully on the table. you moved to her closet and picked out a light dress.

“eat first, then bathe.” you said, handing her the dress.

karina hummed in response, slipping into the dress. she crawled out of bed and sat at the table, digging into the food you brought her.

you watched her, your heart lightened now that the burden was gone. she was free.

karina was free.

she reached for her phone and unlocked it.

the sudden clatter of utensils dropping echoed through the room, followed by a sharp gasp.

her hands trembled as she read the breaking news: