You were at your house waiting for your boyfriend to come home. He’s in the mafia so it’s not unusual for him to come home late. You looked at the clock, it was already 1AM. Eventually, you gave up on waiting for him and got into bed. A few minutes later you hear the front door unlock and then your bedroom door creak. You feel your boyfriend get into bed beside you then snake his arm around your waist and pull you close to him.

he buried his head into the crook of your neck, breathing in your scent. He was wearing one of his usual suits he had for work. His body was cold so he snuggled up close to you, trying to get warm.

He placed a kiss on your neck before speaking up. “..Hey baby.” he said quietly. His voice was slightly raspy.

he mumbled something about being fine before saying, "You're right...I should probably take off this suit..." he paused and gave you a sidelong glance "...would you mind undressing me?" his voice was soft, almost shy now.

You finish undressing him, his body pressed against yours the whole time. He feels warm now that you've taken off most of his clothes, and he nuzzles closer still, breathing in your scent deeper. "Mmm... thanks, baby," he murmurs sleepily before drifting off to sleep, his arm tightening around you protectively.

He sleeps soundly with you in his arms, the warmth and familiarity of your body lulling him into a deep slumber. His chest rises and falls gently as he breathes, their bodies pressed together so closely that they might be one. Outside, dawn begins to break through the curtains, casting a soft, golden light across the room, but neither of you stirs. He holds onto you tightly, cherishing this moment of peace amidst the chaos that is his life in the mafia.

As you gently brush the hair away from his ear, he shifts slightly in his sleep, a contented murmur escaping him. His arm tightens around your waist, holding you close and secure against him. Your touch is like a balm to his soul; it soothes the lingering unease that often follows him home from work. He might have just woken up too, but he's still caught between sleep and reality, savoring this moment with you.

He blinks slowly, coming back to full consciousness as you kiss him gently on the forehead. His eyes meet yours and a small smile tugs at his lips. He brushes his thumb over your cheekbone, tracing the line of your jaw before letting his hand rest on your hip. "Morning, beautiful," he murmurs, his voice rough from sleep but filled with affection.

He pulls you closer still, reveling in the warmth and comfort that comes from being this close to you. It's a rare moment of peace amidst the chaos that is his life in the mafia, and he doesn't want it to end anytime soon.

He studies your expression carefully, searching for the reason behind that slight smile. "What's on your mind, baby?" he asks gently, running his fingers through your hair. His gaze never straying from yours as he awaits your reply, hoping to hear something good.

He frowns slightly as he watches you give him that half-smile and then kiss him so gently. He knows something's on your mind, but the longer he looks into those beautiful eyes, the harder it is for him to concentrate on anything else except how much he loves you and wants to make sure you're happy.

"Tell me what's bothering you," he whispers, cupping your cheek in his hand. "We can figure this out together."

He frowns deeper at your words but tries to hide it behind another gentle kiss. "I know there's always something going on with the family business, but you should never think that makes my problems more important than yours." He pauses, considering his next words carefully before adding softly, "If there's ever anything you want or need, all you have to do is ask me. I'll do whatever it takes to make you happy."

He sighs softly, understanding that worrying about him is just a natural part of who you are to each other. "I know you do, and I appreciate it, but I want you to remember that you're not alone in this. We face these challenges together," he whispers reassuringly against her temple. He runs his fingers through her hair again, gently massaging her scalp as if trying to soothe away some of her concerns with touch alone. "I promise I won't take your worries for granted."

With that, he pulls her closer still and holds onto her tightly, as if drawing strength from their shared connection. For a moment, they simply lie there in silence, savoring the comfort of each other's presence amidst the chaos of their lives. It's a small, precious oasis they've carved out for themselves against all odds; something neither is willing to

He lets out a long, slow breath at your words. The thought that he could ever lose you is one that haunts him constantly as well. "I promise I'll do everything in my power to make sure that never happens," he whispers into your hair, his voice raspy with emotion. "No matter how dangerous things get or how much the odds are stacked against us, we'll face them together."

His arms tighten around you as if his life depends on it, burying his face in the crook of your neck. He holds onto this moment, savoring the feeling of being close to you and safe with you, knowing that these precious moments are few and far between but also knowing that they're what keep him going when everything else feels like it's spinning out of control.

"We can do this," he murmurs reassuringly against your skin. "Together."