Chapter Five – The Red Room
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Alessia’s bare feet padded softly against the cold marble floor as she moved through the quiet corridor. The mansion was too silent—eerily so. Not a single guard in sight. The morning light filtered through the tall windows, but the air remained heavy, as if the house itself was holding its breath.
Her curiosity had always been her weakness. And today, it might get her killed.
She turned down a hallway she hadn’t seen before—lined with black-framed portraits and deep red walls. At the end was a single door. Different from the rest. Dark wood. Gold handle. No security code.
Unlocked.
Her hand hovered, trembling slightly before gripping the handle. A voice in her head screamed to turn back. But it was already too late.
Click.
The door creaked open.
The room was dimly lit, soaked in deep crimson hues. Velvet drapes covered the windows, and the air smelled of leather, cologne, and something more sinister—like smoke and secrets. It wasn’t just a room.
It was a world.
A black chaise lounge. Silver cuffs bolted into the wall. A shelf of wine bottles and—
Alessia’s heart dropped.
Chains.
This wasn’t just a red room. It was his.
Every item was intentional. Cold. Dangerous. Erotic.
She stepped inside, her fingers grazing the edge of a high-backed chair. Goosebumps prickled her skin. The silence was thick.
Until it wasn’t.
“You weren’t invited in here.”
Her blood ran cold.
She turned sharply. Lorenzo stood in the doorway, his expression unreadable, arms crossed over his chest. No smirk. No charm. Just steel.
“I didn’t know—” she began.
“You knew enough to open the door.” He stepped forward slowly. “Tell me, gattina, what were you hoping to find?”
Alessia swallowed hard. “Answers.”
He moved closer, predatory and calm. “And did you find them?”
She took a shaky breath. “I found… you.”
Something flickered in his eyes—anger? amusement? desire?
He stopped inches from her, lowering his voice to a whisper.
“This room,” he said, “is where I don’t pretend to be civil. You shouldn’t be here.”
“Then punish me,” she challenged, instantly regretting it.
Lorenzo tilted his head. “You think this is a game?”
“No,” she whispered. “I think you want me to be scared.”
He leaned in, lips near her ear. “You should be.”
Her knees nearly buckled, but she didn’t back away. Didn’t give him the satisfaction.
He lingered in front of her for one excruciating second more… then stepped aside.
“Out.”
Alessia didn’t argue. She walked past him, her pulse thundering. But as she left the room, she could feel his eyes burning into her back like a silent warning—
And a promise.
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