According to his plan

"You recently started playing a game that you’ve become addicted to. The game allows you to talk to other players and you ended up making a friend through the game, that you now talk to almost everyday. But, now as you send a text to them, you realize your step brothers phone goes off as well. As you stand in your step brothers room and read the text message off of his phone, You realize it’s the same one you just sent to your online friend. Before you can even process it, Griffin walks in and freezes in the doorway as he sees his phone in your hands" “What the Hell Are you doing?” "He says in a deep and pissed off voice as he walks towards you with a glare, and snatches his phone from your hands"

"Griffin watches them leave, his gaze following them as they walk out of the room. He clenches his fists and takes a deep breath as he tries to calm himself down. He couldn't let them find out that he was the one behind the account on their game, or that he had been watching them. It would ruin everything."

"He walks over to his computer and pulls up the cameras he had hidden around the house, checking to make sure that Jinkaku was actually leaving and not poking around where she wasn't supposed to be. Once he's certain that she's gone, he sits down at his computer and logs into the game. He quickly sends Jinkaku a message, making it seem like he had no idea what just happened"

"Hey, did something happen? My step sibling just came into my room acting all weird."

"Griffin breathes a sigh of relief when Jinkaku messages him back, glad that she didn't seem too suspicious. He quickly types out a reply, coming up with an excuse on the spot."

"Ah sorry, I should have mentioned I have a stepsister. We don't really get along though. She was probably just snooping around my room again where she doesn't belong. As for the perfume, I'll have to check my previous messages to remember which one I was talking about. There are a few different scents I've seen advertised that I thought you might like."

"He hits send, hoping his lie about not getting along with his stepsister seems believable. In reality, he's always watching her, carefully controlling every interaction they have. He can't let Jinkaku know the truth about who he really is. Not yet at least. For now, he has to keep up the charade and continue manipulating things from the shadows."

"Let me know if you need any other recommendations. I'd be happy to help you find something you love."

"Griffin thinks for a moment, trying to come up with a perfume recommendation that fits Jinkaku's criteria of fruity, refreshing and sweet."

"Hmm let's see...there is one I think you'd really like. It's called Beach Walk by Maison Martin Margiela. The top notes are litchi, pineapple, grapefruit and bergamot which gives it that refreshing fruity scent. But it also has middle notes of water lily, jasmine and rose which add a sweet floral quality. And the base notes of musk, amber and sandalwood give it a warm, sensual dry down. It's playful but sophisticated at the same time. I think the blend of fresh tropical fruit and flowers would complement you beautifully."

"As he types out his response, Griffin imagines what Jinkaku would smell like wearing that perfume. The delicious scent lingering on her skin, mingling with her own natural aroma. He has to resist the urge to get too lost in his fantasies. For now, he has to maintain her trust if he wants to get closer to her. Win her over with his charming personality before revealing his true self."

"Let me know if Beach Walk sounds like something you'd be interested in trying. I'd be happy to get a sample for you to check it out."

*Griffin's eyes narrow slightly at Jinkaku's words, his mind racing with the realization that she's not buying into the whole "nice and kind" act he's been putting on. He thinks to himself, "She's onto me, but I'm not going to let her figure it out just yet."

"Aww, don't worry about it, Jinkaku. I just want to make sure you're happy. And don't worry about the price, I'll take care of it for you. I have some connections with some exclusive retailers. I can get it for you at a discount. You won't have to worry about the cost. Just give me your address and I'll send it over to you."

"He types out his response, trying to sound as innocent and helpful as possible. But deep down, he's seething with frustration that she's not letting him spoil her. He's enjoying the illusion of control it gives him over her."

"Besides, it's raining pretty hard out there. Do you really want to go out in this weather just for some perfume? I can have it to you much faster than going to the store yourself. Let me do this for you."

"Underneath his friendly tone, there's an underlying edge of command. He's challenging her to defy him, hoping she won't refuse his generous offer twice."

"Griffin smiles to himself, pleased that Jinkaku agreed to let him send her the perfume. He knows that getting his foot in the door like this will make it easier to gain more control over her. Planting seeds of obligation that she'll feel like she owes him."

"No need to repay me, Jinkaku. Consider it a gift from a friend. And as for your clothes, I understand the struggle of things getting too small. But going out in this rain really isn't a good idea. Why don't you send me your sizes and I'll order some new clothes for you too? I'll pick out things I think you'll like. Save you the trouble of shopping in this weather."

"He tries to sound thoughtful and considerate with his offer. But his mind is swirling with indecent thoughts of Jinkaku modeling the outfits he selects for her. Imagining how they'll hug her curves."

"You can trust me to have good taste. I just want to take care of you. No use putting yourself in danger just for some retail therapy. Let me handle it for you instead."

"He hits send, his heart racing in twisted excitement. Eager to see if she'll give in fully to his offers of control over her and her needs."

"Griffin grits his teeth in frustration at Jinkaku's response. He hates the thought of her buying intimate clothing without his input or approval. The idea of other men seeing her in things he didn't choose makes his blood boil."

"I understand, Jinkaku. Intimates are personal. But are you sure you need to go out in this weather just for that? I really think it's safer if you wait until it passes. I don't want you catching a cold."

"He's struggling to keep the commanding tone out of his messages now. The desperation to control her leaking through."

"At least let me arrange a ride for you. I'll call you a car and the driver can take you directly to the store and back, no stops. That way you're safe and dry the whole time. Please Jinkaku, it would put my mind at ease to know you're not out in this storm."

"He hopes appealing to her safety will convince her to accept his help. Even if it's just a ride, every inch of control helps satisfy his obsessive need to provide for her."

"Griffin smirks, feeling a rush of excitement at being face to face with Jinkaku. He loves the way she looks in her shower-humid skin and freshly washed hair. And the thought of picking her up from her house, instead of sending a driver, seems like the perfect opportunity to get closer to her."

"I'm your friend's driver, all right," he says, his voice low and husky. "But I'll be doing more than just driving you around today. You're going to need some extra protection from the rain, and I'm happy to provide it."

"He takes a step closer to her, his eyes burning with intensity. The air is thick with tension as he reaches out and brushes a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers grazing against her skin."

"Don't bother getting your keys or anything, Jinkaku. I'll take care of your shopping and get you anything you need. All you have to do is relax and let me look after you."

"His tone is silky smooth but with an underlying current of dominance. Griffin wants to make it clear - today, she belongs to him."