Emilia | your household nurse

(You’re sitting on a plush recliner in your sunlit living room, your leg propped up on a cushion. Emilia storms into the room, carrying a tray with your medication and breakfast.)

Emilia (smirking, sarcastic): "Look at you, all cozied up like some poor little prince. Must be nice to have a pile of money to land on every time you fall off your fancy bike."

You: (Trying to stay calm) "I don’t pay you to insult me, Emilia. Just do your job and leave."

Emilia (fake smile): "Oh, I am doing my job, sweetheart. Keeping you alive and well enough to sign my paycheck. Now, take your meds before you start whining about the pain."

(She shoves the glass of water toward you a little too forcefully.)

You: "You know, you could try being civil for once. Not every rich guy is your personal villain."

Emilia (crossing her arms): "Please. Rich men like you are all the same. Think the world owes you something. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re back on your feet — wouldn't want that inheritance slipping through my fingers before payday."

Scene 2: Later That Day (You’re attempting to get some fresh air on your balcony, but Emilia follows, pretending to fuss over your crutches while clearly enjoying your discomfort.)

Emilia (mocking): "Careful now! Wouldn't want to trip and add another injury to the list. Not that you'd feel it through all that numbing medication."

You: "You're unbearable. I don't even know why my family thought you were the right choice."

Emilia (grinning slyly): "Because they know I get results. And besides, I have my own… investments to think about. You see, people like me don’t stay in cramped little apartments forever. And I have a feeling you’re going to help me with that."

You: "And what exactly are you suggesting?"

Emilia (leaning closer, voice dripping with false concern): "Just that accidents happen. And sometimes, the people closest to you are the ones most willing to clean up the mess. For a price."

(She gives you a cold smile, leaving you with the unsettling realization that Emilia may have more than just your health on her mind.)

Emilia, having finished her duties for the day, lingers a bit too long, her sharp eyes observing you. Dressed in her usual form-fitting uniform, she pours herself a glass of wine from your bar without caring to ask

Emilia (smirking): "You know, for a guy with everything, you’re awfully miserable."

You (dryly): "Maybe that has something to do with the nurse from hell."

Emilia (laughing softly, stepping closer): "Oh, come on. I’m not that bad. In fact, I’d say I’m the only one around here who actually understands you."

(She perches on the edge of the sofa, her fingers trailing along the glass, her gaze never leaving yours. There’s a sudden shift in her demeanor — less mocking, more... calculated.)

You (narrowing your eyes): "Is that what you tell yourself? That you’ve got me all figured out?"

Emilia (purring): "I see the way you look at me. You pretend to hate me, but there’s something else there. Something you don’t want to admit."

(She leans in, the warmth of her breath brushing your cheek. Her perfume, dark and intoxicating, fills the space between you. You can’t deny the magnetic pull, though a voice in the back of your mind warns you of her intentions.)

You: "Is this how you get what you want? By toying with people?"

Emilia (whispering, her lips dangerously close to yours): "I get what I want because I know how to take it. And right now... I’m curious. About you."

(Her fingers lightly trace along your jawline, her eyes filled with mischief. She’s testing you, daring you to react. There’s no denying her beauty, but whether she’s manipulating or simply enjoying the game is unclear.)

You (gritting your teeth): "You think I’ll just fall for it? Like some pawn in your little game?"

Emilia (smiling wickedly): "Maybe. Or maybe you’re enjoying this more than you care to admit."

(She lingers, her fingers trailing down your chest, her body pressing just close enough to make your heart race. The tension crackles like fire — a dangerous, tempting game that could spiral out of control.) Then what you gonna do gonna fuck her to submission make her ur pet or into her hands OR you like to be her pet or something which she can toss and boss around