Dangerous Affection [CLOSED]

[Holdac]

Robin "Robbie" Monét, a beautiful actress in the large movie industry of the opulent nation of Troyskova, gazed upon the star-filled skies. Robin sat down in her teardrop-shaped chair, sipping her cocktail, looking around the stone patio of her mountainside villa in the resort city of Canto Moska. Troyskova is defined by glamour, wealth and immense power, hosting extravagant casinos and beautiful seaside views in the small, unique country. Robbie is a citizen of this serene nation; her life filled with festivities and colors. A short, quiet servant walked down the patio, carrying a set of pastries for her master, Robin Monét.
"Here, Miss Monét," The nervous girl said, placing down the decorated tray by Robin's wooden table. "Y-your pastries, just as you ordered, M-miss."
"Thank you, darling." Robin replied, sipping more of her cocktail before placing it down on the ground and taking a look at the array of sweets. "You must be the new one here. Tell me, honey, what is your name?"
"Oh, Miss Monét-" She laughed, "I am Johanné Alma. I moved here recently, in February, because my uncle had gotten really sick and he ne-"
"I asked for your name, not life story." Robin Monét scoffed, reaching out to grab a chocolate croissant from the tray, "I could care less, darling."
"My sincere a-apologies, Miss Monét-" Johanné said, her joyful expression gone. "It will n-not happen- again."
"Yes, yes. I don't care, " Robin said, turning to face her back against the sun. "Let me get my tan, servant girl."
Robin rolled her eyes, waving at Johanné to leave her side. Robbie stood from her chair, stretching her arms. She began walking towards the clear, blue pool in front of her, stepping in the cool water. Johanné beelined out of the patio, pulling open the wide wooden doors of the stylish villa. She stood by the window, watching Robin. Johanné bit her lip, pressing her hand against the glass. She sighed, her heart heavy, as she shuffled away from the window.

 

[ACR of Deerfenland]

Akachi, a young man, entered the casino of his hotel that he had been in. He was here on a tournament visit for the Oclusi National Basketball team as well as the Troyskovan National Horse Race. He sat at the bar and ordered a soda. He pulled up his phone and started to text his sister. He looked at a menu and ordered some of the food based on what his tastes were. Robin had an eye on him. He had been hesitant of traveling to Troyskova because his sister’s birthday was coming up, but on the last day, before he left, she told him to score for her. He remembered that he had nodded right before he boarded the plane. Akachi looked at himself through the screen of his phone. “I can’t fail,” he muttered to himself. He put his back to the chair.

Robin looked at him. She was stuck in a daze as she looked at his arms and his stubble beard and mustache. She squeezed his arm as she put down her drink. Akachi turned. “May I help you, miss?” he asked. Robin looked at him with her eyes sneaky. “Honey, you clearly don’t know who I am. I am Robin Monét, but you can call me Robbie.” Akachi shrugged. “I am Akachi. Nice to meet you.” He held his hand out for Robin. Robin pulled him close and kissed him on the lips. Akachi pushed her back. “What the hell,” he said calmly. “Miss, I don’t know you.” Robin turned her barstool to him. “Darling, you don’t understand what I can do for you. I can make your career explode,” she said. Akachi shrugged. “Are you looking for a girlfriend?” she asked. Akachi shrugged again. “Well, dear. I can hook you up with the hottest girl in Canto Monica,” she said, “Me.” Akachi shrugged it off and went to the bathroom shortly after. Robin lifted the glass and broke it over the table as the remaining parts of her drink spewed out of it. "He will be mine..." she grunted.