HIS BUTTERFLY {RU AND ART} Ep::05::

Rusha Mitchell(FL)

(tossed her phone onto the nightstand)(yawns)(eyes fluttered shut)

But fate had its own plans.

In her dreams, she found herself standing in a grand ballroom, the air thick with an intoxicating mix of tension and allure. And there he was—Arthur Morris. Dressed in an all-black suit, his eyes locked onto her with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine.

Arthur Morris👑(ML)

You haunt me.(lips brushed against her ears)

Rusha Mitchell(FL)

(tilt her head,smirking) Funny.... I was about to say the same thing.

Arthur Morris👑(ML)

(replicate her wicked smirk) You should be careful, Miss butterfly.

Rusha Mitchell(FL)

(wrap arms Around his neck) And.... Why is that?

Arthur Morris👑(ML)

(fingers brushed against her lips) Because if you keep playing with fire, you might get burned.

Rusha Mitchell(FL)

(breath hitched)(but refused to back down)

Rusha Mitchell(FL)

Then let's see who burns first.

Arthur Morris👑(ML)

(hand cupped the back of her neck, pulling her in—)

Rusha Mitchell(FL)

Rusha Mitchell(FL)

(falls of the bed)

Rusha Mitchell(FL)

(heart pounded against her ribs, stared at the ceiling for a moment)

Rusha Mitchell(FL)

Damn it.

Rusha Mitchell(FL)

(groggily reached for her phone, still shaken by the dream that felt too real)

Rusha Mitchell(FL)

(unlocked the phone screen)

A flood of information filled her screen—everything she had requested on Arthur Morris. His name. His age. His business empire. His alleged connections. Relationship status: single Never had a girlfriend.

Rusha Mitchell(FL)

(blinked and blinked again) Damn... Don't tell me he's gay?(muttered, tapping her finger again the screen)

Rusha Mitchell(FL)

That would be such a tragic waste. But then again, the way he reacted to me, the way his face burned. At my teasing.... Nah.

Before she could dwell on it further, her phone buzzed with new message.

Shadow

📧 Miss, someone is trying to dig into your information.

Rusha Mitchell(FL)

(lips curled up)

Rusha Mitchell(FL)

So, he's curious too. How cute.

Rusha Mitchell(FL)

📧 Give them everything.... except my name.

Rusha Mitchell(FL)

(tossed her phone aside)

Arthur Morris👑(ML)

Arthur sat in his lavish office on the top floor of the tallest building in the city, the skyline stretching endlessly before him. The dim lights of his cabin cast long shadows, but his attention was fixed on the screen in front of him.

Arthur Morris👑(ML)

(eyes darkened)

A detailed report. Her report. Every single detail about her was there— her age, her business, her Empire, her influence. But one thing was missing.

Her name.

Arthur Morris👑(ML)

(jaw clenched)

Arthur Morris👑(ML)

(ran a hand through his hairs, cursed under his breath)(a slow smirk tugged at his lips)

Arthur Morris👑(ML)

You want to play chase? Then be it.... I'll find you , my Butterfly.(leaned back, smirk deepened)

Arthur had just set his phone down when it buzzed again.

A new message popped on his screen.

Arthur Morris👑(ML)

📩Unknown number :: Curious much, are we? Mister Mafia.

Arthur Morris👑(ML)

(smirk vanished, replaced by a sharp glint in his eyes)

He picked up the phone, staring at the words as amusement flickered across his face.

Arthur Morris👑(ML)

So, she knew.(chuckled)(shook his head)

Arthur Morris👑(ML)

This woman is something else. Quick, unpredictable and bold enough to taunt the mafia king.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard before he typed back and sent.

Rusha Mitchell(FL)

📩 Arthur :: And you? Hiding much, are we? Miss Butterfly.

He barely had a chance to put his phone down before another reply came in.

Arthur Morris👑(ML)

📩 Unknown number :: Oh, I'm not hiding. You just don't know where to look.

Arthur Morris👑(ML)

(let out a slow breath)(smirked)

Rusha Mitchell(FL)

📩 Arthur :: I always find what I want.

Rusha Mitchell(FL)

(heart thudded)

This time, the reply took a little longer. But when it came, it was just as teasing.

Arthur Morris👑(ML)

📩 Unknown number :: Then let's see if you can find me before I let you.

Arthur Morris👑(ML)

(grip tightened around his phone, his blood thrumming with anticipation)

Arthur Morris👑(ML)

Oh, butterfly, you have no idea what you've started.(deep voice)

Arthur leaned back in his chair, his smirk widening as he stared at the last message.

Arthur Morris👑(ML)

(fingers tapped against the desk)(mind already calculating next move)

This woman—his Butterfly—was challenging him, and he couldn’t decide if he wanted to catch her or let her fly just to watch where she’d go next.

Arthur Morris👑(ML)

(stood up, adjusting his cuff links before dialing a number)

The call was immediately picked.

Arthur Morris👑(ML)

📱 Trace the number that just texted me.

There was a short pause on the other end before his subordinate hesitated.

Shadow

📱Sir, the number is heavily encrypted. Whoever she is, she knows what she's doing.

Arthur Morris👑(ML)

(chuckled)📱 Break through it, I want every single detail.

Shadow

📱Understood.

Arthur Morris👑(ML)

(hung up)

Just then, his phone buzzed again. Another message.

Arthur Morris👑(ML)

📩 Unknown number :: Tsk, Tsk, trying to cheat already? That's no fun, Mister Mafia.

Arthur Morris👑(ML)

(eyes darkened with intrigue)

Rusha Mitchell(FL)

📩 Arthur :: And here I thought you wanted me to find you.

Arthur Morris👑(ML)

📩 Unknown number :: I do. But where's the fun if you don't play by my rules?

Arthur Morris👑(ML)

(exhaled sharply, shook his head)

She was baiting him, leading him deeper into her game. And he had to admit, he was enjoying it.

Rusha Mitchell(FL)

📩 Arthur :: Alright then, Miss Butterfly. Let's play.

Rusha Mitchell(FL)

(smirk)

No sooner had he sent the message than another notification popped up.

Arthur Morris👑(ML)

📩Unknown Number: That’s the spirit. Let’s see if you can keep up.

And just like that, she disappeared again, leaving him staring at the screen, his hunger for the chase only growing stronger.

Arthur Morris had spent his life hunting people down. But this time? It felt like he was the one being hunted.