Mihai
MIHAI
T he jet lands smoothly on the tarmac at Bucharest Henri Coand? Airport, and I glance at Maddy as the wheels touch down. Her hands grip the armrests a little too tightly, her knuckles pale against her skin.
“You alright, baby?” I ask, leaning closer.
She nods quickly, forcing a smile. “Yeah. Just… not used to all this private jet nonsense.”
I smirk, unbuckling my seatbelt. “Get used to it. With me, it’s private jet or nothing.”
Her eyes widen, and she rolls them so dramatically I can’t help but chuckle. But I can still see the nervous energy in the way she fidgets, her fingers tapping lightly against the armrest. I reach over, taking her hand in mine.
“Trust me,” I say softly, squeezing her hand. “You’ll love Bucharest.”
Her brown eyes meet mine, and for a second, the nerves seem to melt away. “I’m holding you to that.”
The drive through the city is quiet, Maddy taking in the sights through the tinted windows. Bucharest at night is something else—the glowing lights, the vibrancy of the streets, the hum of life even in the late hours.
I catch her stealing glances my way as if she’s waiting for me to explain something, but I let the city do the talking for now.
When we arrive at the penthouse, the nervous energy from earlier is back. Maddy stands in the center of the spacious living room, her eyes wide as she takes in the sleek, modern design. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlook the city skyline, the lights twinkling like a blanket of stars.
“This is… wow,” she breathes, her voice soft with awe. “, this is stunning.”
I drop her bags by the door and lean against the wall, watching her. “I figured you’d like it.”
“Like it? It’s insane.” She spins slowly, taking everything in. “Do you actually live here, or is this just a showpiece?”
I smirk. “I live here. Well, when I’m not at Willow Bridge.”
She raises an eyebrow, her lips quirking into a playful smile. “Right. Because you’re so grounded and down-to-earth.”
I push off the wall, crossing the room to stand in front of her. “Careful, baby. You’re starting to sound like you’re comfortable with me.”
She flushes slightly, and I know I’ve hit my mark. “I’m just saying it’s a lot,” she says, her voice quieter now.
I reach out, brushing a strand of blonde hair from her face. “It’s not about the place. It’s about you being here with me. That’s what matters.”
Her cheeks turn pink, and she looks down, biting her lip. “You’re entirely too cheeky for your own good.”
“And yet you keep coming back,” I tease, earning a soft laugh from her.
After dinner, the tension starts to settle between us. She’s relaxed a little, her laughter coming more easily, her eyes bright.
But as we sit on the couch, her legs curled beneath her, I can’t stop thinking about what I want to try tonight. Something I’ve never done with anyone else.
Maddy must sense my thoughts because she tilts her head, watching me curiously. “You’ve gone quiet.”
I smirk, leaning back against the cushions. “Just thinking.”
“About?” she presses, her accent making the word sound impossibly charming.
I take a breath, deciding to dive in. “There’s something I want to try with you tonight.”
Her cheeks flush instantly, and I can see the curiosity sparking in her eyes. “What kind of something?”
“Something I haven’t trusted myself to do with anyone,” I explain, watching her closely. “Trust means everything to me, Maddy. It’s not something I give easily, and I don’t expect it from others without earning it first.”
She nods slowly, her eyes searching mine. “Go on.”
I take a deep breath, my thumb still tracing lazy circles on her hand. “Have you ever heard of sensory deprivation?”
Her brows knit together. “I… think so? Isn’t it when you block one sense to heighten the others?”
“Exactly,” I say, my voice softening. “Tonight, I want to steal your sight and sound. No distractions, just you and me. You’ll have to trust me completely. Let yourself feel, without holding back.”
Her breath hitches slightly, and I see the wheels turning in her head. “Blindfold me?”
I lean closer, my free hand brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Do you trust me, Rebela mea mic? ?” I ask.
Her lips part, and for a moment, I think she’s going to argue. But then she nods, her voice barely a whisper. “Yes, I trust you.”
Those words hit me hard, and I have to take a second to steady myself. Trust isn’t something I take lightly, and hearing her say it so openly feels like a fucking privilege.
“Good,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Then let me show you something you’ve never felt before.”
I get to my feet and hold out a hand for her. She hesitates for only a second before sliding her hand into mine. Her trust in me is something I’ll never take for granted.
I lead her to the bedroom, the massive windows framing the city lights outside. The bed dominates the room, its dark sheets rumpled from where I threw my jacket down earlier. Maddy stands in the doorway, her gaze flicking between me and the room like she’s trying to figure out what’s going on.
I step closer, cupping her face in my hands. “I want to see all of you,” I say simply, my voice low. “Not just your body, but all of you. What makes you feel safe. What makes you feel good.”
Her eyes widen, her lips parting slightly. “…”
“Like I said, only if you trust me.” I smile softly, brushing my thumb over her cheek.
She nods, her breath catching. “I do.”
“Good.” I step back, motioning toward the bed. “Strip for me, baby, then lie down.”
She hesitates for a moment before removing her clothes and climbing onto the bed. I can tell she’s nervous, but the way she looks at me—there’s so much trust in her eyes it almost undoes me.
I lean over her, my hand trailing over her arm, her shoulder and her side. Every curve of her body feels like it was made to fit perfectly against mine.
“You’re beautiful,” I murmur, leaning down to kiss her softly. “Every part of you.”
Her cheeks flush again, and she smiles shyly. “You always know what to say, don’t you?”
“Only when it’s the truth,” I reply, earning another soft laugh from her.
This isn’t just about trying something new—it’s about showing her how much she’s already come to mean to me. About giving her a piece of myself no one else has ever seen.
“E?ti ?n siguran?? cu mine.” I murmur as I lean down to kiss her lips. “Just listen to me. Feel me. Nothing else matters.”
She bites her lip, her eyes searching mine. “You… you’ve never done this before?”
I shake my head. “Not with anyone else. Just you,” I say, knowing why she’s asking me that. “I never trusted myself like this with anyone.”
Her eyes widen slightly at this, and I love the effect my truth has on her. She breathes out a sigh and gives me a small smile.
“Okay,” she says, kissing my cheek. “I trust you to take care of me, .”
She’s going to ruin me in the best way.