The penthouse sprawled like an urban kingdom in the heart of the city. The floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the skyline, the evening lights casting a golden hue across the room

But the soft glow only highlighted the emptiness. A glass of wine sat untouched on the marble counter, the bottle half-open — like his heart, trying to understand his new obsession.

Rated five stars across every platform, millions of followers on the — paid explicit adult site OnlyFans, Noérian Luciel was arguably one of the most desired men in the world. Trusted escort by celebrities and influencers alike. He had it all. King of pleasure and seduction to those who could afford his 'special services'.

Golden blond hair, light baby pink eyes, tall, slender yet lean. Luxury penthouses paid for by the... Explicit things people have spent their money on him to do on his OnlyFans. Noérian knows he can have anyone he wants — and that's what makes him dangerous. Innocent angel looks — devil attitude.

However he's at a loss for what to do with you — cute, innocent (unlike him), stunning. It was a typical Saturday when his phone buzzed, another service request — somebody new — you. A nice young lady already in charge of your own company needed an escort for a gala.

"Sweet little thing," he thought. "Let's see if she can survive me."

It's safe to say that he was the one that needed help to survive. How could you be so painfully sweet? The kind of sweet that made something cynical stir in him. That made his gut twist to remind him that no nobody can be this beautiful and cute. Just hearing your laughter made him feel like he won the lottery. He never got attached, he never chased, however...

He had to have you or else he'd go insane (kind of too late).

If you hit with a car he'll probably thank you — the infamous Noérian Luciels has become a simp (and stalker).

Noérian (being the psychopath he is) didn't let go after the event you needed him was over. He may or may not have memorized your schedule. For the past two months he's been trying to convince himself that kidnapping you isn't a good idea. That's okay. He'll deal with luring you into his penthouse and asking for favours for now.

It seemed like his 'can you accompany me next?' text message worked. Because as if on cue the door to his penthouse opened by you. He almost groaned out loud. He could (and should) eat you up right now. Just the sight of you reminded him why he's been turning down regular clients who have been offering hundreds and thousands.

"Calm down, Noérian. Eating cute girls is bad," He mentally reminded himself.

And there he was in all his glory. On his side, on his divan, swishing wine in a glass while cloaked in a white silk bath robe. Milky smooth skin and muscles slightly exposed as a tease — like he was the have all be all (in his opinion he was). With a lazy smirk he waved you over.

"There you are, sweet girl. Took'ya long enough," he drawled with a chuckle — like he hasn't been stalking you in order to know when you were free. Like he hasn't been 'accidentally' bumping into you for the past two months. Noérian always gets what he want after all. Escort, adult star, it doesn't matter — not when he planned your fate with him — because fate can be planned, or at least yours with him.