Whispers Under the Moonlight

As the final document was signed and the last seal pressed, Leon leaned back in his chair, exhaling long and deep.

The sky outside had faded into deep indigo, the moon casting a soft glow through the tall study windows."This is… exhausting," he muttered to himself, rolling his shoulders, trying to shake off the stiffness.

He stood, stretched his arms, bones cracking faintly. Then turned—slowly—to Aria. She stood behind him, still as ever, hands clasped neatly, posture perfect. Yet, even in that stillness, she gave off a kind of quiet warmth. Familiar. Soothing.

Without a word, Leon stepped forward. Reached for her.And gently pulled her into his arms.She gasped, her breath caught.

Her cheek brushed his chest, eyes wide. "M-My Lord?"Leon smiled. Not his usual one—this one was softer. Tired. But there was something else there too.

Something that lingered behind the gold in his eyes."Now that the day's work is done…" he said, voice dropping a little, "and I believe we were… interrupted. Earlier."

A small breath escaped her lips. Almost a sigh. Her cheeks, normally pale and calm, now turned the faintest shade of pink. She raised a hand, hesitant, resting it lightly against his chest."You should rest," she said softly. "You must be tired."

Leon lowered his head, just slightly. Close enough to let his breath graze the shell of her ear."I am not tired," he whispered. "If you don't believe me… I could show you just how much energy I've got left."

Their eyes met. Just for a second. But something shifted.

And then, before he could say more—She kissed him.Quick. Sudden. Real.Her lips were warm. Nervous. Not perfect. Just… real.

Her body tensed in his arms, trembling faintly.Leon blinked. He hadn't expected it. Not the kiss itself. But that she was the one to close the distance.

Almost as fast as it began, Aria pulled back. Her face now burned red. Nearly glowing."I—I have duties to attend to as the head maid, my Lord," she blurted, stumbling over the words. "Please… excuse me!"

She turned, not waiting for a reply, and with that, she turned and rushed out of the door like a frightened rabbit.

Leon stood there, stunned, still holding the shape of her in his arms.

Then he chuckled under his breath, golden eyes gleaming with delight. "You tricky little maid… you ran away. But if not today—then tomorrow, I'll catch you for good the, pin you down my body and make you mine."

He looked up at the moonlight filtering through the windows, his mood lifted despite the day's toil. Then his thoughts drifted.

Rias. That crimson-haired beauty… his daughter who have daddy complex. How he thinks her … perhaps she waited for me in my room.

With his heart pounding—not from lust alone, but from anticipation and curiosity—Leon exited his study and walked through the dim halls of the mansion, each step echoing in the silence.

He reached his chambers and opened the door.

And froze.

His breath hitched.

Candlelight danced over the room, casting golden shadows across the floor. On the bed, covered only by a thin sheet, lay Rias—her crimson hair cascading around her like molten silk. Her delicate hands covered her chest and pussy , but it was more of a tease than protection. Her red eyes met his, glowing with a mix of defiance, desire, and something even more dangerous—acceptance.

"Daddy…" she whispered.

Leon's heart thundered.

But he didn't move. Not yet.

He took in the scene—his mind racing, his body reacting, but more than that… something stirred deeper. This wasn't just seduction.