A Burning Sensation
One night stand with enemy
📍 Location: Midnight Lounge, Downtown Manhattan, New York City
🕛 Time: 12:15 AM
[Scene 1 – Outside the Club]
Aria 🖤
Aria 🖤
(leans against her black Harley Davidson, cigarette between fingers, phone pressed to ear)
“Yeah, the job will get done. But I want the first payment now. The rest—after the job’s done. And send me a picture, too.”
hung up
takes a long drag, exhales smoke into the chilly night air
Phone buzzes.
—💰$10,000 Deposited
—📷 1 new photo: Lucien Moretti
Aria smirks, zooms in on the photo.
Aria 🖤
Aria 🖤
“Well, well… Greek God, huh?”
slips phone into back pocket, adjusts cap, and walks into the club
[Scene 2 – Inside Midnight Lounge]
Lights flash. Music blares. Young people dance like the world’s ending tonight. Aria walks in—leather jacket open, black crop top, skinny jeans, attitude louder than the music.
Bartender
🍸
(flashing a flirty smile)
“What’ll it be?”
Aria 🖤
Aria 🖤
“One whiskey. Neat.”
(locks eyes, playful smirk)
Also watches every corner of the bar like she’s on a mission.
[Scene 3 – Private Lounge Area, Top Floor]
Atmosphere: tense.
Lucien Moretti—early 30s, razor-sharp jawline, designer suit, expensive watch—sits in silence, drink in hand, eyes fixed on the floor. Veins on his forehead throb. Men around him look terrified.
Marco (his associate)
Marco (his associate):
“Lucien… let it go. This is business. People win, people lose. Happens every day.”
Lucien
Lucien Moretti 😠
(grabs Marco’s collar, drags him to the table edge)
“Everyone loses. But me? Lucien Moretti doesn’t lose. Understand?! I don’t play the game. I own it. And if someone thinks they can screw me over… I’ll bleed every penny from their bones.”
Everyone freezes. Marco trembles.
Lucien
Lucien
(straightens his tie, stands tall)
“Find whoever the hell messed with me. I don’t care where they hide. I’ll skin them financially and psychologically.”
Lucien
Turns to his assistant
“Call Mia. Now.”
[Scene 4 – Hallway Outside the Restrooms]
Lucien
Lucien punches the wall. Breathing heavy. Shirt unbuttoned. Lights dim. Rage in his eyes.
Lucien
Hears heels clicking. Turns.
A girl. Black outfit. No fear. All fire.
Lucien
cap in her hand, pale skin glowing under the dim hallway light, she walks with lethal confidence. She’s not just beautiful—she’s dangerous.
Lucien
Watches her, unable to look away. She meets his gaze. Doesn’t blink. Doesn’t flinch.
Never in his life did any girl ever dare to look into his eyes. But this girl... Seems quite challenging. Bold and fierce. Not to forget dangerous too.
Aria 🖤
(whistles while checking him out top to bottom)
Lucien
(raises an eyebrow)
Aria 🖤
Walks up. Stands inches away. Pulls a cigarette from his pack without asking. Leans in. Lights it from his lighter. Their faces, too close for comfort.
Lucien
studies her in detail. Eyes deep, dangerous. Nose sharp. Lips… like trouble wrapped in silk.
Lucien
Looking at her suddenly a sentence occurs in his mind "Beauty Of Danger"
Lucien
(in a low voice)
“…It doesn’t suit you.”
Aria 🖤
(smirks, takes another drag, then drops the half-burnt cigarette and crushes it under her heel)
Aria 🖤
Starts coming closer to him. Silent and deliberate steps. Not breaking the eye contact, comes closer to his lips.
Aria 🖤
When their lips were just a mere mili meter apart. She smirks, then drags her face to his ears and says in a calm silky voice "Don't really give a damn, Thanks for the company,"
Then she bit on his earlobes with slight pressure then licks the place she has bitten. Then she backs away.
Lucien
confused but didn't want to give her the pleasure, he said blankly "That pack cost me $200."
Aria 🖤
shrugs, walks to the wall opposite him, leans back with crossed legs. Elegant. Effortless. Unbothered.
Quiet seconds passed, none of them was ready to break the intense tension has been built between both of them. Then Aria stands straight and decides to leave. Not ready to back down.
Lucien
Just when she turns to leave. Quickly grabs her throat with his right hand palms and pushes her into the wall back.
Wraps his other hand around her waist pulling her lower body closer to his groin.
Lucien
Heavy breaths, looks straight in her eyes with deliberate and intense gaze.
Lucien
(smirking)
“You got attitude. I like it.”
Aria 🖤
(looks him dead in the eyes, unbothered. Unaffected. Raises a brow and says)
“Do you want a one-night stand?”
Lucien
😐
"What’s your offer?, You really think you could pay me?"
*Laughs. He knows very well that she can't even afford the smoke he uses. But it would be a blatant lie if he refuses that it didn't amuse him. Ignoring every emotion he says*
"I don’t do this."
Aria 🖤
"Everyone has a first time. I don’t mind being yours."
Lucien
Face grows darker. No one ever dared to talk to him like this. This girl is really being his first.
Aria 🖤
"None of your business,"
Lucien
(Raises an eyebrow) "Then what is?"
She drops her gaze to his lips, then back up.
Aria 🖤
(whispers intentionally intense)
“Let’s spend this night together.” *Starts coming close towards his lips*
Aria 🖤
*wraps her hand around his neck and kisses him*
She kisses him. Deep. Unapologetic. He responds. Passion rising.
Lucien
*Drags his hand to the back of her neck and pulls her closer,*
Lucien
*Then picks her up. His other hand wrapped around her waist.*
Aria 🖤
*Wraps her legs around his waist without breaking the kiss*
Lucien
*starts walking towards the private VIP room area*
carries her inside, door locks behind. They never stop kissing. Her back hits the wall, his lips trail down her neck. Moments later, bed sheets are in chaos. Clothes scattered. Breaths heavy. Time? Lost.
Lucien was asleep. Aria wakes up. Quietly dresses, careful not to wake him. She checks his blazer. Finds a pen drive. Grabs it.
Aria 🖤
Takes a photo of it and sends it.
Text Reply:
Awww, you did it! I love you, baby! 💋
Aria 🖤
Rolling her eyes, thrases her phone in her back pocket. Then her gaze stops at his purse on the bedside table. Quickly grabs it and takes some money. Then placed it back.
Ready to leave stares at Lucien one last time.
Aria 🖤
"Good bye, Mr. Greek God Moretti! It was a great night with you! But enemies can't hold feelings for each other!"
*Then she picks her cap off the floor. places her cap back on, opens the door, and vanishes into the darkness.*
📚 Author ✍🏻
💣 To Be Continued...
What is Aria’s real motive? What happens when Lucien finds out?
Stay tuned. The war has just begun.
The obsession begins
7:00 AM - Private Club Suite
Lucien Moretti was still asleep in the private suite of the downtown elite club. His face looked more peaceful than it had in weeks.
But slowly, his consciousness began to rise. His hand moved across the bed.
Lucien
(suddenly wide awake)
Where the hell—?
There was no one beside him. He sat up immediately, checked the time on his phone.
Lucien
(grabs fist full hair)
Seven? F*ck!!!
He ran a hand through his tousled hair, scanned the room, picked up his pants—checked his wallet.
Lucien
(smirks)
Of f#cking course... some cash is missing.
But instead of being angry, he just chuckled and shook his head.
The memories of last night rushed back in.
Lucien Moretti — the man women would kill to spend a night with — had been outplayed.
That girl… her eyes, her voice… her mouth.
She had crawled into his head like a drug.
Lucien
(grinning to himself)
She played me. Bold of her.
Just then, his phone rang.
Assistant Celon
(over phone)
G-Good morning, sir! You have a meeting at 10 a.m.
Lucien
(curtly)
I’ll be there.
He hung up. No goodbye. No expression.
Just pulled his shirt on, grabbed his coat, and left.
Moments Later – Lucien’s Penthouse
Steam filled the bathroom as Lucien stood under the shower, water cascading down his muscular back.
Eyes closed, hands in his hair—
But all he could see was her.
Lucien
(whispers to himself)
What the fuck is happening to me?
He slammed his fist against the wall, then stepped out.
Wrapped a towel around his waist, walked to the mirror—
And saw her.
Not really—
Just her reflection in his mind. Laughing, teasing, just like she had in that corridor.
Lucien
(to himself)
No. Hell no.
Snap out of it, Lucien. She’s just another girl. Not the first. Definitely not the last.
Later – The Moretti Estate, Dining Room
The breakfast table was set. Croissants, fruit, espresso—all Lucien’s favorites.
Camilla Moretti (his mother)
Lucien! Come sit down. I had the chef make everything you love today.
He didn’t reply. Just took his usual seat, stoic as always.
A sleek sports car pulled into the driveway. Seconds later, a tall, attractive young man walked in with a cocky grin.
Adrian
Morning, fam! Sorry I’m late—five seconds tops!
Lucien
(deadpan)
You’re late.
Adrian
Don’t be so dramatic, bro. I’m not your girlfriend.
Lucien glared at him. Adrian raised both hands in surrender.
Camilla Moretti (his mother)
Adrian, sweetheart! How’s your family? Everything good?
Adrian
Everything’s perfect, Aunt Camilla. I’m actually planning to launch my own boutique hotel soon.
Camilla Moretti (his mother)
That’s wonderful! You know, our Judith just finished her degree in hotel management. Maybe she could intern with you?
Adrian choked on his coffee. Lucien gave him a death stare.
Camilla Moretti (his mother)
Adrian? Son, Are you okay?
Adrian
(Quickly nods) *through his peripheral saw Judith glaring at him or to be more precise she was practically throwing daggers at him through her eyes. Avoiding her gaze he looked at Camilla*
Judith (Sister)
(Quickly looked down at her plate, sadness flickering across her face)
Adrian
I’m fine, Aunt Camilla. Just... the coffee went down the wrong way.
Camilla Moretti (his mother)
Camilla smiled, but Lucien checked his watch and stood.
Lucien
Adrian. Let’s go. I’m running late.
Adrian
(mumbling with a mouthful of food)
But—wait—I didn’t finish—
Lucien
(already walking)
You’ve eaten enough.
Judith (Sister)
(mutters under her breath)
Pig. God knows how much he has to eat. *irritated*
No one heard her. Except Adrian. And he definitely noticed.
Adrian
Could you not drag me out mid-bite every time?
Lucien
You were eating like a prisoner on his last day.
Adrian
Still better than starving with you.
Anyway, I don’t get it. You have two brothers, a sister, your parents, your grandma—
Why the hell do you live alone? You show up once a week like you’re doing them a favor.
Lucien
(flatly)
Because I don’t like what I don’t like.
Adrian
Wow. That’s the same damn answer you’ve given me for ten years.
Adrian
Because I keep hoping one day, you’ll tell me the truth.
You care about them. You show up when needed. So what is it that keeps you at a distance?
Lucien didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled into the parking lot of Moretti Global Textiles.
Adrian
(muttering)
You dodged again.
Inside Moretti Global Textiles
Lucien tossed his car keys to the valet without looking. Slipped on his sunglasses and adjusted his blazer.
Adrian walked beside him, still annoyed.
Adrian
You never answer, do you?
Lucien
Lucien Moretti doesn’t believe in attachments.
His assistant, Celon, greeted them both at the entrance.
Adrian
Morning, Celon. Do us all a favor—get your boss a full breakfast before his rage eats us alive.
Lucien
Bring the 10 a.m. meeting file to my office. Five minutes.
Everyone sat in anticipation. Celon presented the project.
Investor (Mr. Robinson)
Very impressive, Mr. Moretti. Could you explain this section further?
Celon, didn't need any signal from Lucien as he began to elaborate, but before he could finish—
Investor (Mr. Robinson)
I’m sorry, Mr. Moretti...
But this proposal is copied.
Lucien
(eyes narrowing)
What?
Investor (Mr. Robinson)
I received this same pitch this morning—from Adelia Textiles.
Lucien clenched his jaw. His mind went straight to last night.
Her. The girl.
The investor stood up and left. Silence fell over the room.
Celon’s hands trembled, but he said nothing.
Lucien stormed out.
Lucien
(snaps, slamming the table)
You idiot, Lucien!
She was a goddamn thief!
Lucien threw his coat across the room. Knocked over a chair. Kicked it again and again.
Then collapsed into his chair, breathing heavily.
Lucien
I’m going to find her.
Wherever she is... she’s not getting away with it.
He grabbed a pencil and started sketching—her face. Her eyes. Her smirk.
Assistant Celon
Sir, your next meeting—
Lucien
(furious)
Cancel EVERYTHING today!
Everyone outside fell silent. Inside, Lucien stared at her sketch.
Lucien
You have no idea what you’ve started.
I’m not just some rich boy you can play.
I will find you, Whoever you are!
Lucien
(into intercom)
Celon. Come in. Now.
Assistant Celon
(hesitant)
Yes, sir?
Lucien
(sliding the sketch across the table)
Find her. I don’t care how. I want her.
Assistant Celon
(Shuddering and Stammering) Who... who is she?
Lucien
(not looking up)
I don’t know.
Assistant Celon
(swallows hard)
Name?
📚 Author ✍🏻
That was Celon’s cue to walk out silently.
📚 Author ✍🏻
To be continued…
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