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?

candy because I'm a

is, my little princess." He kissed the tip of

edge of the tub. Nick's thoughts were already wandering. Heaven help him-he really just wanted to give her

sultry, her voice commanding and cold. "Call

a bit too quick of a role switch? Just a

little princess. Now she was a

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

side. Aurora, after drinking, was the complete opposite of Irene. By the time Julian had carried her to bed, she was already

little rabbit, her fingers clutching his shirt as though seeking security. Occasionally, she murmured

docile, Julian felt his heart melt. It was as though he were holding a delicate little bunny in his

his own nightly routine, Julian climbed into bed. The alcohol worked its magic,

to attending social events and,

first, he struggled with the routine. With an average tolerance for alcohol, he'd often find himself repeatedly vomiting in the bathroom before returning to drink

had sent the housekeeper home for the holidays, and seeing the mess from the previous night, Asher decided to tidy up. With nothing else to do, he cleaned the house and even prepared breakfast in

Robert stumbled into the kitchen, yawning, he

greeted, stretching as he entered. Then his eyes widened. "Wait,

to the question, merely offering

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didn't feel the need to explain himself. When Asher cared for someone, he didn't need others to know about it. In New

was thoroughly impressed. "Asher, if you were a woman, I'd marry you on the spot. You're

You're all so mean to me," Robert muttered,

person to wake was Nick. He had never been able to sleep well in

rough night? Didn't

acting out until the early hours of the morning. She only fell asleep when she was completely exhausted,

or three hours of sleep before dragging himself out of bed. "Was it Irene..." Robert teased with a knowing grin. His expression clearly hinted at unspeakable

look this frustrated and fatigued? Obviously,

"Get lost," Nick snapped.