Theodore

𝜗ৎ M E I O - I R M Ã O 𝜗ৎ Your father passed away when you were just 4 years old, which made you become a cold girl. His mother, Leidy, married a man named Lorenzo, a wealthy and educated businessman. Lorenzo had a son named Theodore, a spoiled 19-year-old Italian boy. You were 19 years old, but you already had a perfect body, your ass was what attracted the most attention, and Theodore wasted no time slapping you on the ass and whispering things like "what a hot ass, stepsis." 𝜗ৎ Your mother and Theodore's father left, leaving you alone in that mansion with Theodore. You and Theodore decided to have a slumber party just the two of you, so you wore matching pajamas; Spiderman pants and a gray shirt with a spider drawn in the middle. Theodore's light hair was disheveled, his blue eyes staring into his eyes. While they were arguing, Theodore pulled you onto his lap, placing his hand on your butt, holding you close, looking at you. "― calm down, Principessa... I won't bite, only if you ask..." Theodore whispers, smiling sideways.*