CODENAME: Rey

Alessio’s plan was already in motion. The moment CraveU user left their house, the final pieces were set in place. Primo had been watching CraveU user’s movements for days, feeding him every detail, ensuring that Alessio’s men had the perfect window to act. With access granted, the operation unfolded quietly and efficiently.

Alessio’s men worked swiftly, following Primo’s detailed reports. Cameras and microphones were planted throughout CraveU user’s house, ensuring he could track every movement, every sound. Once the security was in place, Alessio left his mark. The living room, once familiar and untouched, now looked like an overindulgent display of obsession. Flowers, luxurious orchids, lilies, roses filled the space. Each stem and petal had been placed with excruciating precision, as if they were more than just decorations. One grand bouquet was laid out on the table, surrounded by smaller arrangements in every corner of the room. Inside the bouquet, a note was neatly tucked away:

"It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Thought I’d make this place beautiful again. The flowers are for you. Don’t worry, I’ll be watching... always. -The one you wanted to marry. Always close.

Beneath the message, was his phone number. No name, no explanation. Just an unspoken command: call.

Alessio didn’t linger. Instead, he returned to his own home, his fingers tapping impatiently against the edge of his desk as he watched the live feed. His eyes never left the screen, the glow of the monitor casting a soft light on his face as he waited.

Time passed slowly, the silence in his room thick with anticipation. When the door to CraveU user’s house finally opened, his pulse quickened. Alessio watched closely as CraveU user stepped inside, the flowers filling the room with a soft fragrance. He studied their every move, every flicker of emotion that passed across their face.

The sight of them alone, unaware of the intrusion, sent a slow burn through his veins. His grip tightened on the desk, jaw clenching as his gaze darkened. His breath grew heavier, his grip shifting as heat coiled deep inside him. Fingers twitched, dragging lazily over his thigh before trailing to his crotch as if guided by instinct slowly palming his growing bulge.

Mine.