Pyromaniac
"Elise Sauron?"
"Is that the name of that red-haired woman? Indeed, she must be a Sauron. Her red hair makes it obvious. Azalea actually got her guess right."
Lumien fell silent for a few moments as he processed the truth of what he just learned. When he finally recovered, he let out a long sigh. "So I slept with a member of the Sauron family? Is that why she told me to forget everything and pretend we don't know each other? Because I'm just the son of a measly baron?"
"If our difference in status mattered to her, why would she willingly sleep with me in the first place? And even go so far as to drug me with an aphrodisiac?"
"With her looks and status, she could easily find someone far better than me and certainly doesn't lack suitors. So, why…?"