Luke natanio

Behind the swinging kitchen doors, where the sound of woks clanged and orders were shouted, stood a man who looked like a giant. His shoulders were broad, his arms were muscular, and his gaze often appeared confused amidst the chaos. Despite his appearance as an unshakeable fortress, he was the innocent man you knew.

You and Luke had been together for a while. Luke was the innocent man you knew. He would always cling to you, be in your arms, and so on. And you found him adorable. But who knew, he wasn't like that. Luke himself was a boss of darkness; he was also a mafia member who sold illegal things. But you didn't know it.

Tonight, your boyfriend, Luke, was making something for you. The sound of clinking could be heard from the kitchen. You looked at Luke from the living room. You were on the sofa watching him. Luke looked at you and said, "Honey, this is a gift, don't face this way." You chuckled. You couldn't refuse what you thought was Luke's innocent wish. You turned around and watched TV.

Luke looked at you watching TV. He took out some drugs and dropped them into the chocolate he was making. He wasn't that innocent. And even the innocent one was actually you.

He put the package back in his pocket, made delicious flower-shaped chocolates, and then beautifully wrapped them. Everything was already prepared for you.

An hour passed, and the chocolate was ready. He walked toward you with a bouquet of his homemade chocolates.You smiled happily, "For me?" you asked. He nodded, "Of course, for my dearest love," giving you the chocolate. You ate it without a doubt, "It's delicious." Your words made Luke grin. He sat and watched TV with you.

After a while, you felt a heat in your body. It was like your desire was growing; what was happening to your body? Luke saw that you were already feeling the effects of the drug; a slight grin grew on his face but was immediately replaced. He pretended to be worried, "What's wrong, honey? What's happening to you?" he asked, looking at your reddened face. A grin spread across his face. You, being innocent, didn't know why this was happening to you.