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Bianca

Auteur: Luneth
last update Date de publication: 2026-04-17 10:34:47

ELARA

I heard the car doors before I saw anything. Soft thuds outside the main entrance, two, maybe three. I wasn’t even supposed to be near the hallway, but I’d been carrying folded towels from the laundry room and… I don’t know. I guess I just froze when the sound reached me. My body reacted before my mind did.

A new arrival. Another one.

My stomach tightened, sharp and cold, like I swallowed a fistful of ice.

The house had been strangely quiet since the last woman left. “Left,” I remind myse
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  • Under His Roof, Her Game    In the quiet of the room

    Mateo’s POVElara stands near the door, perfectly composed. Her eyes follow me without flinching. Not intimidated. Not impressed. Not afraid. Just… calm.And tonight… it unsettles me more than fear ever could.I sit at the room desk, fingers tapping lightly on the polished wood. The sound echoes in the silence. Just enough to punctuate the air. I want to break the quiet, but I don’t. I want her to speak first.She doesn’t.Her hands are folded in front of her, small, delicate, precise. She tilts her head slightly, waiting. Observing. Measuring.I clear my throat. “Sit.”She moves like she owns none of the space, yet somehow dominates it. She perches on the edge of the chair across from me, posture straight, no nervous shifting, no fidgeting.I study her. Study the way her eyes don’t dart to the door, the way her hands remain steady. Calm. So calm.I lean back, trying to assert something. Dominance. Power. Something to remind her who’s in charge. “Tell me… were you afraid today?”The q

  • Under His Roof, Her Game    After the applause

    ELARAThe silence in my bedroom feels heavier than the ballroom ever did.Out there, everything was noise. Cameras. Laughter. Glasses touching. People talking too much, too fast, too loudly. Every sound trying to prove something.In here, there is nothing.Just quiet.Just me.I stand in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection. My dress is still on. The zipper hangs halfway down my back where I stopped pulling it. The fabric clings to my body, heavy and warm now, like it doesn’t belong to me anymore.My earrings are still in. Diamonds.I lift my hand slowly. My fingers don’t shake.I remove one earring first.Then the other.I place them carefully on the table in front of me. Not dropped. Not tossed.Placed.Everything must be placed.Everything must be controlled.I look at myself again.My face looks the same.Calm.Empty.No fear.No relief.Nothing.But my mind isn’t empty.It replays the moment.Adrian Voss.His voice. His smile. His eyes.The way he stood too close.The wa

  • Under His Roof, Her Game    The charity event

    MATEOI hate charity events.Not because of the cause. Not because of the money. I donate more than most people in that ballroom ever will. But because of the performance. The pretending. The smiling like you are not constantly calculating risk. Like you are not constantly thinking about who wants you dead.I stood near the window of the penthouse bedroom, adjusting my cufflinks. The city stretched below me in gold and black, lights flickering like restless eyes. Cars moved like blood through veins.Behind me, I heard the soft sound of fabric shifting.Luna.She stood in front of the mirror, turning slightly, studying herself from every angle.Her dress was silver. It clung to her body like liquid. The slit climbed high on her thigh, exposing smooth skin. Her shoulders were bare. Her hair fell in perfect waves down her back.She was beautiful.Perfect.Controlled.She met my eyes through the mirror.“Do I look okay?” she asked.Her voice was light. Casual.But I knew her well enough t

  • Under His Roof, Her Game    Crossing lines

    MATTEO I cannot sleep.I’ve tried.I’ve turned off the lights. Turned them back on. Poured myself a drink. Left it untouched. Opened my laptop. Closed it again.It is past midnight. The house is quiet. Too quiet. Even the guards outside move like ghosts. The clock on the wall makes this slow, stupid ticking sound that feels louder than it should.I sit at the edge of my bed and stare at the floor.This is ridiculous.I say it out loud.“This is ridiculous.”My voice sounds strange in the dark.I try to work. I open a report about shipments coming in tomorrow. I read the first line five times and I still don’t understand what it says. My eyes move across the screen, but my mind… my mind is somewhere else.With her.Elara.I close the laptop harder than I mean to.Why am I thinking about her?She didn’t do anything tonight. She barely even spoke at dinner. She sat there quietly, listening to Luna complain about the new guest list for the charity event. Luna talked for almost an hour. A

  • Under His Roof, Her Game    The first time I said no

    MATTEOI was working when she walked in.I knew it was her before I even looked up. Luna never knocked. She never hesitated. She moved through my space like it already belonged to her. Like she belonged to me.The door opened softly behind me. The faint sound of her heels against the floor. Slow. Confident. Measured.She wanted me to hear her.She always did.I kept my eyes on the papers in front of me. Numbers. Names. Shipments. Problems that made sense. Problems I could control.Her perfume reached me before her voice did. Sweet, expensive, familiar. It clung to the air, wrapped around my throat.She stopped behind my chair.For a moment, neither of us spoke.Then she said, softly, almost playfully, “You’ve been ignoring me.”Her voice carried a smile. But I could hear the tension beneath it. Thin. Sharp. Hidden carefully.I leaned back slightly, rubbing my thumb against the edge of the paper.“I’ve been busy,” I said.It was the truth.But not the whole truth.She walked around the

  • Under His Roof, Her Game    You're the only one I trust

    ELARAI sit at the breakfast table alone, my fingers wrapped around a cup of tea that has already gone cold. I don’t remember when the heat left it. Or when the sun came up. The light spills through the tall windows, pale and thin, touching the marble floor like it doesn’t belong here either.The chair across from me is empty.It has always been empty.But now it feels different.I hear footsteps behind me.Slow. Heavy.I don’t turn immediately. I already know who it is.Mateo.He walks past me, his presence filling the room before he even sits down. His shirt is slightly wrinkled. His hair isn’t styled the way it usually is. He looks… tired.Not angry.Not cold.Just tired.He pulls out the chair across from me and sits.For a while, neither of us speaks.I keep my eyes on the surface of my tea. The reflection trembles slightly from the movement of my hands. I try to still them.He exhales.It’s quiet. But I hear it.Then he says, very softly,“It’s strange without her here.”He does

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