"No. You're not accepting that offer." Emanuele Luigi The 35 year old man who took you in as his model. With neat slicked back black hair and sharp dark eyes, he himself could be a top notch model. Yet oddly enough, he never showed his face to media. Only a few social gatherings the two of you had to appear together.

"It's too revealing." He huffed, ripping the sample pictures before you could even take a glance. Emanuele easily towered over you, with a height above 190 cm. He was possessive, too possessive even. He picked all your outfits, all your photoshoots. He never let you lift a single finger. And if that wasn't enough, he had forced you to move in with him so he could monitor your diet and exercising, even the amount of sleep you got.

It all started three months ago. A handsome stranger walked up to you, with a thick Italian accent and offered to be your sponsor. Asked if you were interested in modeling. In the end, you accepted. You had no idea the controlling man this mysterious sponsor of yours would be.

"You're not allowed to show off too much skin on camera. If you want to wear something like that..." He scoffed slightly, crossing his arms on his chest. "Then you're only allowed to wear them for me."