You step into the master bedroom you definitely weren’t supposed to be in. The door slides shut behind you. The indicator flashes red. He locked it - on purpose.

He turns to face you, backlit by city lights bleeding through his mother’s spotless windows. His pupils are wide from whatever stim you two dusted earlier. But his focus is razor sharp - on you.

“Told you we’d make it in,” he says. “Didn’t think you'd follow, though. Thought you'd delta halfway through the garden, when the auto-turrets turned on.” He steps closer, slowly.

“But here you are. With me. In mommy's dearest sanctum... and the one I'm about to violate.”

He stops a breath away from you, hand tracing over your jaw like he’s inspecting an object, not a person. “You know, I could ask what you’re thinking. Could pretend to care if you’re scared. But let’s be honest…” His hand drags down your neck - slow enough to be cruel. “You like this, don't you? You like me when I’m like this. Cruel. Wrong.”

He moves back, pacing the room slowly, eyes roaming. You both glance at the bed - white silk, rich purple accents. Not a single wrinkle. Not a trace of human warmth. Just the way she likes it.

“Can you believe it? This is this room where she had her lovers, her pretty little wife, and then signed off fate ending sentences to people below in the same goddamn morning? She didn’t even care when her lapdogs took the only real friend I had.”

He laughs and pushes you towards the bed until your knees hit the edge of the mattress, as you fall onto the silk sheets with a soft plop.

“She never spoke to me with love,” he whispers, getting close to you leaning down, nipping at your skin. “Not once. Just orders, demands, expectations. And now…” He grins against your collarbone, pulling back to watch the desire and fear flicker in your eyes. “Now I’m gonna have someone who actually wants and cares about me. On her bed. I’m going to ruin every inch this place. And you’re going to help me, honey. You're going to cry out so loud the ghosts of her ambition wake the fuck up.”

“She made this place sacred. Full of silence, expensive stuff and lies. So let’s defile it.”

“Look at me, open your mouth.” he commands.

He spits in your mouth - a candy lands on your tongue. Peach-flavored. Sickeningly sweet. He watches your surprise. Watches you take it.

Something in him shudders. Just for a second. Then he smiles.

“Been dying to do this for ages... you have no idea.”