Devil's Prisoner of Love by Prefer

Nick's kiss landed gently on Irene's forehead, her scent carrying the familiar fragrance of his favorite perfume.

"Irene, you don't dislike me, do you? Otherwise, why would you remember my preferences?"

"I'm sorry." Nick knew she was still brooding over the past. People often said that mistakes led to missed opportunities, but he wasn't willing to miss Irene.

"Mr. Johnson, don't leave me, okay?" Irene's words seemed to drift into another scenario entirely.

Nick could only apologize over and over. "I won't leave you, Christina." Since she had placed herself into this role, he decided he might as well play along as Mr. Johnson.

Irene lifted her head from his embrace, her trembling fingers reaching toward his face. Nick caught her hand and gently placed it on his cheek, wondering if she had something important to say.

He waited in silence, watching her closely. Then, with deep emotion, Irene spoke a sentence he would never forget.

"Mr. Gustafson, do you remember the days we used to share?"

Nick: "..."

"Irene, I'm taking you to bathe." He realized he couldn't keep indulging her whims, or she might drag him into another melodramatic scene.

"No, no, Mr. Gustafson, no! I don't want to!" Irene twisted and flailed as if reenacting a scene from the many dramas she'd been watching lately.

Nick had no choice but to transform into a "tyrant." "Be good, Irene. Take a bath, and I'll give you candy."

A kind tyrant, at least. Anyone who saw Nick like this would be utterly shocked-this was the same cold and ruthless man?

To his surprise, his words actually worked. Irene blinked at him with wide eyes. "Really?

strawberry-flavored candy because I'm

kissed the tip of her nose

already wandering. Heaven help

her voice commanding and cold. "Call

bit too quick of a role switch?

princess. Now

certain: the night would not be peaceful. Nick resigned himself to serving

things were much calmer on Julian's side. Aurora, after drinking, was the complete opposite of Irene.

in his arms like a gentle little rabbit, her fingers clutching his shirt as though seeking security. Occasionally, she

melt. It was as though he were holding a delicate little bunny

into bed. The alcohol worked its magic, and he slept

used to attending social

often find himself repeatedly vomiting in the bathroom before returning to

and seeing the mess from the previous night, Asher decided

the kitchen, yawning, he was

stretching as he entered. Then his eyes widened. "Wait, you're cooking breakfast? And you already

to the question, merely offering a curt

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When Asher cared for someone, he didn't need others to know about it. In New York, he had grown accustomed to taking care of Aurora, so looking after her friends

were a woman, I'd marry you on the

so mean to me," Robert muttered, storming out in mock

able to sleep well in unfamiliar places. Robert spotted the dark circles under his eyes and

night? Didn't sleep

mode, acting out until the early hours of the morning. She only fell asleep when she was completely exhausted, leaving Nick restless and unable

bed. "Was

this frustrated and fatigued? Obviously, it was a case of unfulfilled desires and

"Get lost," Nick snapped.