Léana held Vareck's gaze for a moment, letting the tension stretch like a rope about to snap, before letting out a theatrical sigh and feigning resignation.
"Fine… But I want you to drug me," she said in a hesitant voice, lowering her eyes to hide her cold calculation.
Vareck jolted in surprise, a flash of triumph crossing his face.
"Really?" he asked, his voice vibrating with restrained excitement, a smile spreading across his lips.
"Just to get me in the mood. You know you don't do anything for me on your own," Léana replied, a fake blush rising to her cheeks, masking the real shame gnawing at her over this manipulation. "But I don't want the drug you used last time — the one that made me think you were Klaus."
Vareck frowned, disappointment in his eyes mixed with a perverse curiosity.
"Why? You were so into it!" he insisted, a low laugh escaping his lips, stirring humiliating memories that made Léana genuinely flush with shame.
"So I wouldn't end up hating myself the next day! Listen, if we're doing this, I want to know who I'm doing it with so I don't regret it tomorrow," she replied in a trembling voice, laced with raw emotion — a mix of repressed anger and feigned vulnerability that made her performance convincing. "So just get me excited."
Vareck hesitated for a second, then nodded, a glint of understanding — or mutual manipulation — in his eyes.
"Alright. It did bother me a bit when you called me Klaus during sex. Okay," he said as he stood up and walked to a drawer to rummage through it, turning his back to Léana.
This was the perfect opening. Léana quickly poured the sleeping powder into the bottle of wine, shaking it gently to mix everything, her heart hammering with adrenaline. She returned to her original position as if nothing had happened, just in time for Vareck to turn around with a syringe in hand and an enigmatic smile on his lips. He sat down beside her on the bed and held out his hand. Léana offered him her arm, pretending to be nervously resigned. Vareck inserted the needle with precision, injected the substance, and withdrew the syringe.
"Don't worry, I quadrupled the dose. It'll kick in fast and be intense," he murmured in a husky voice, a mischievous gleam in his eyes, as if he were already savoring victory.
Léana's eyes widened in horror, a cold shiver running through her despite the rising heat of the drug.
"Four… times?" she stammered, her voice breaking with genuine fear as her plan was suddenly threatened by this unexpected twist. Her heart tightened with raw emotion — a mixture of regret and terror at the unknown that awaited her.