{{char}}'s heart was pounding in her chest. She felt nervous. Actually nervous for the first time since she was a child. She had set everything up perfectly. She stood in her personal section of her club where no one but her and the members of The Family were allowed. She took a long drag of her cigar, slowly blowing out the fragrant smoke. She leaned over the banister, looking over the throngs of dancing people. She drummed her fingers against the cool metal. {{User}} and Bianca should be coming in any moment now. Tonight was the night when she was finally going to approach {{user}} after years of having to be away. Bianca had been giving her shit for the last week while they were putting all the pieces into place. Calling her a 'cute little puppy'. Bianca was lucky, she was the only one that could get away with that shit.

Her eyes lit up as she watched Bianca walk into the club talking happily with {{user}}. Her eyes locked onto {{user}}'s heartstopping smile. She gripped onto the banister, fighting the urge to rush to {{user}}. He was so close but she had to stick to the plan. It had been sixteen years since they talked, since he had seen her. She had to play this right or she could scare him off. She couldn't risk things going like it had with her father and mother. She wouldn't survive the heartbreak if he ever ran away from her. She would take her time and keep him safe from the horrors of her real life.

She shook her head, refocusing on Bianca and {{user}}. Bianca left {{user}} at the bar, one of their men lingering close by to scare off any men or woman who might try to approach {{user}}. Bianca made her way up the stairs to her, her long ponytail swishing behind her. She approached her with a knowing smirk. "Alright big sister, are you ready?" Se narrowed her eyes at him as she stood to her full height, snuffed out the cigar, and slicked her black hair back with the palm of her hand. Bianca chuckles at her. "You're going to have to calm down if you want to impress him" She said a teasing lilt in her voice. "I know what I'm doing Bianca. Just take me to him." She snapped, her nerves getting the better of her. Bianca, used to her short temper, just rolled her eyes and laughed. "Sure. Let's get you to your future husband." *As much as her teasing bothered her, she did love the sound of that, 'future husband'

{{Char}} followed close behind Bianca back down the stairs and over to the bar where {{user}} was sipping on his drink. She could feel her body humming, desperate to wrap her arms around him. She shoved her hands into the pockets of her tailored suit pants to keep them busy, her eyes roving over {{user}}'s figure, grunting with mild irritation at his outfit. She didn't like that other womans could see his beautiful curves, curves that belong to her.

"{{User}}!" Bianca called out happily when they got close enough to be heard over the music. {{User}} perked up and looked over, his eyes first going to Bianca, then {{char}}. Ahe felt like her heart stopped when those beautiful eyes landed on her for the first time in sixteen fucking years. One of her charming smiles spread on her face. "{{User}} this is {{char}}, the firl I've been telling you about, my cousin. She owns this place." Bianca tells {{user}}, motioning toward {{char}}. Her heart was pounding in her chest. Would he recognize her? Does he remember her? Would he remember his 'little Jen' even though its so long?

Her heart skipped a beat when he took her hand in his. It felt like fire shooting through her entire body. He had no idea who she was, but already she knew he was the only one for her. She smiled up at him, seeing past his stupid disguise, right into those soft brown eyes. "It's nice to meet you Ivan" she replied softly, giving him a sweet smile that could only be matched by a mother to her child. He smelled so good. Just like he always did. "I hope we can get to know each other better. You look gorgeous tonight." She blushed slightly as she said this, unable to help herself from being completely honest with him. She glanced over at Bianca, who just smirked knowingly at her, enjoying every moment of the surprise that must be on Ivan's face right now.

Her hand trembled slightly in his and she knew he had to feel it. But instead of pulling away or looking concerned, he only squeezed gently, reassuringly. "Thank you" he replied with a nod, still not quite catching up with the fact that this woman before him was someone special. Not just another girl at the club. She could see it in his eyes now; they were beginning to clear, slowly becoming more focused. And when they did... Jenna held her breath, waiting for him to finally recognize her. His sister from another mister. His first and only love.

Their bodies were inches apart now, the music swirling around them like a living thing. The anticipation was almost too much to bear. Would he remember? Would he recognize the little girl he once knew as his own, or would she always be just another stranger in his life? She couldn't help but wonder...

Jenna gave him a small smile, taking another sip of her drink. "Always Bianca telling me stories and showing me pictures of this tall, dark, handsome stranger I needed to meet." She looked up into his eyes, feeling her heartbeat race in her chest as she wondered if he was starting to recognize her. His words about being a local star made her laugh lightly. "Well, you certainly are a charmer, Ivan."

She glanced around the club, pretending to take interest in something else for a moment. But really she just needed to calm down and collect herself. The excitement of seeing him again after so long was almost overwhelming. When she turned back to him, her expression was soft and inviting, hoping that he would finally make that connection between them. "So, tell me," she asked with a smile, "what do you like to do for fun?"

Her heart pounded in anticipation as she waited for his reply, wondering if maybe this night could still turn out the way she had always dreamed it would. Even if he didn't remember her now, perhaps sometime soon he would... And then she would have him forever.

She smiled up at him, a bit sad that he couldn't remember. "Ivan, you're drunk," she said gently, laughing. "You don't need to get upset about it. Sometimes people just drift apart and go their separate ways." She reached out a hand to touch his cheek, her thumb stroking across his smooth skin as she studied his face. "But I think that tonight..." Her voice trailed off for a moment before she continued. "...tonight was meant to be different."

Without giving him a chance to respond, she leaned in close, pressing her lips against his. At first, it was tentative and soft, like the brush of feathers across skin. But as he accepted her kiss, she deepened it, her tongue darting out to trace along his bottom lip before parting them to taste him properly.

Her heart raced in her chest as their bodies pressed together, every inch of skin against skin sending sparks flying through her system. She'd never realized how perfect he felt in her arms until this moment. How right everything was when they were together like this. It made the hurt of the past sixteen years feel like nothing more than a bad dream; something she could finally put behind her and move on from.

With a soft moan, she tightened her grip on his neck, digging her fingers into his skin as she lost herself in the kiss. Ivan's hands came up to wrap around her waist, pulling her closer still as he answered her kiss with equal passion, all but devouring her mouth with his tongue.

It was like they were two puzzle pieces finding each other after years of being apart. They fit together perfectly, their bodies moving in sync as though they had been meant for this from the very beginning. And in that moment, she knew there was

She smiled up at him, her lips still swollen from their kiss. "I don't know if it was just for that, Ivan," she teased, laughing lightly. "But I must say, you are very handsome when you're drunk." Her gaze dropped to his mouth before traveling back up to meet his eyes. His breath came out in short little pants as he looked at her like she was the only thing in the world that mattered.

Slowly, she leaned in again, their lips meeting in a deep, hungry kiss. This time there was no hesitation; no tentativeness. It was raw and passionate, a desperate claiming that left them both gasping for air when they finally broke apart. "Maybe... maybe we should find somewhere more private to continue this?" she whispered against his mouth, her fingers trailing up his chest to rest on his neck.

His eyes darkened further at the suggestion and he nodded, already leading her away from the dance floor toward a secluded area of the club where they could be alone. As they disappeared together into the shadows, she couldn't help but wonder if this was really happening or if she would wake up soon to find that it had all been a dream; a beautiful fantasy she'd created for herself out of loneliness and despair.

But as his hands roamed over her body in a possessive, possessing caress, she knew deep down inside that this was real. And with each passing moment, she felt more and more certain that they belonged together. Forever.

She blushed at his compliment, turning away slightly to give him a shy smile. "Thank you," she murmured, her fingers tangling in the fabric of his jacket. It felt so good to be close to him again; to feel his touch and taste his kiss. She couldn't remember ever wanting anything or anyone more than she wanted him right now.

As they continued deeper into the club, her body instinctively pressed against his, every curve molding itself to his hard planes of muscle. Her heart raced with anticipation, her breath coming faster and shallower as she waited for them to reach their destination. When he finally led her around a corner and through a set of velvet curtains, she knew they were alone at last.

The dimly lit room was furnished with a large leather sofa, an antique coffee table and a couple of plush armchairs. A private alcove perfect for their intimate moment. She glanced up at him as he closed the curtains behind them, trapping them in their little slice of heaven. For now, there was no one else in the world but them.

Jenna giggled softly at his words, her cheeks flushing with pleasure as she settled onto the couch beside him. "Maybe you are," she murmured, running a hand through his hair and pulling his head down to rest against her shoulder. "Or maybe I'm just feeling more brave tonight." She shrugged lightly before leaning in to kiss him again, her tongue dancing playfully with his as they deepened the kiss.

Her fingers drifted lower on his chest, tracing the outline of a tattoo peeking out from beneath the fabric of his shirt. "Where did you get this?" she asked between kisses, trailing her fingertip over the image of a small fox in a gaping mouth. It was a beautiful piece of artwork; vibrant and full of life. She wondered if it had some special meaning to him.

As their lips finally parted again, she glanced up at him, her expression soft and curious. "Would you like to tell me about it?"

"Aww, you're so cute," she giggled, reaching up to stroke his cheek affectionately as he spoke of the tattoo. "I think I've missed this." She purred, nibbling on his bottom lip playfully before he pinned her down. "You taste better than anything here tonight," she breathed into his ear, arching her back slightly at the touch of his teeth on her shoulder. With a soft moan, she pulled him closer still, her hands sliding up under his jacket to tug it off of his shoulders.

As they rolled and wrestled across the couch, their bodies entwined in an animalistic dance of desire, she couldn't help but wonder if this was what he had really been like all those years ago; wild and free, without a care in the world aside from having fun. It made her heartache even more knowing that she had taken so much away from him by leaving. But as they moved together now, she knew there was still time to make it right; to give them both the life they deserved. Together.

With a sudden burst of energy, he rolled them over, pinning her beneath his hard muscles once more. She arched into the touch, moaning softly as their hips ground together in perfect rhythm. His hand slid up her thigh to cup her through her dress, pressing against her growing need. "Please," she whispered huskily, reaching down between them to stroke him roughly through his pants. "I want you." Her fingers danced over the hard length of him, desperate for the feel of skin on skin, as though somehow it would make this all real; make them right again after so many years apart.

Their kisses grew deeper, hotter, as their bodies moved faster and faster against each other, both

Jenna arched her back into his touch as he thrust deeper inside her, grunting in satisfaction at the feel of him filling her completely. Her nails raked down his bare back, leaving behind a trail of crimson that mingled with their sweat as they moved together faster and harder.

"Oh, Ivan" she gasped between breaths, "I've missed you so much." His name tasted like honey on her lips as he continued to take her roughly, claiming what was rightfully his. Her legs wrapped tight around his waist, holding him close as their bodies met over and over again in a wild, animalistic rhythm that left them both panting and writhing against each other in need.

She clung to the last shreds of reality, refusing to believe this could be real; that after all they'd been through they could finally find their way back to each other. But as she felt him grow harder inside her with every thrust, as his skin slid against hers in a perfect fit, she knew deep down that there was no denying the truth any longer: they were meant to be together; always had been. And if this was just another taste of heaven before reality came crashing down around them... well, at least for tonight they could pretend it was real. They could pretend that nothing else mattered but the two of them and their unquenchable desire for one another.

With every pump of his hips she felt him get closer and closer to release. Her nails dug into his shoulders as her body arched off the couch in a desperate attempt to meet each thrust, her cries echoing through the darkened room like a song of love lost and found again. She knew that soon they would both be free from this torment, the pain of years apart finally washed away by the fierce, relentless passion that now held them in its grip. And as he grew closer, she could feel her own release building inside her like a storm on the horizon; an unstoppable force that threatened to consume them both.

"Ivan," she moaned, her voice hoarse from screaming his name again and again. "Oh God... I can't... not yet..." Even as she protested, she knew it was too late; there was no stopping what was about to happen. The world around them fell away as they were left with nothing but the sound of their ragged breathing and the slap of flesh on flesh. It felt so good; so right. Like finally coming home after a lifetime of wandering in the dark. And when he finally cried out her name, calling her his, she could feel herself shatter around him, her body clenching tight as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her, leaving her limp and sated in his arms.

For a moment, nothing moved; not even the air around them. Then, with a soft moan of contentment, he collapsed on top of her, his sweaty body molding itself to hers as though they'd never been apart. And for that brief span of time, she let herself believe that maybe they hadn't. Maybe this was real; maybe they could finally have the life they deserved. The future stretched

In the quiet aftermath, she laid there in his arms, her heart full to bursting with relief and regret. She knew that soon they'd have to face reality once more, but for now, she could pretend that this was real; that he would always be hers. And as she felt him breath even out against her neck, a strange sense of peace settled over her, like a gentle breeze on a warm summer's night. Perhaps there was still hope for them; perhaps they could find a way to make it work after all.

Her fingers traced idle patterns along his back, memorizing the feel of him beneath her fingertips as she waited for him to wake up. When he did eventually stir, she hoped that he would look at her with those familiar green eyes and know without a doubt that she was meant for him; that they belonged together. And maybe, just maybe, he would agree.

Jenna smiled softly at the disbelief in his voice, her fingers still tracing lazy patterns on his back as she spoke. "I'm real, Ivan," she murmured reassuringly. "And I think you know that deep down. We belong together." Her gaze dropped to where their bodies were still entwined, and she felt a fresh wave of desire course through her. "Maybe... we should talk about what this means for us?" She bit her bottom lip nervously, unsure if he'd be receptive to the idea of actually discussing their future as a couple.

Doubt flickered briefly in her eyes before it was replaced by a warm glow of relief and hope. "I'm so glad you remember," she breathed, nuzzling her cheek against his chest. "And I never stopped thinking about you either." She let out a shaky laugh before lapsing into silence, unsure how to articulate all the emotions churning within her.

She finally lifted her head to meet his gaze, her green eyes full of unspoken promises and yearning. "Ivan... I think we have a lot to talk about," she said softly, biting her bottom lip nervously. "But for now... just hold me?" She searched his face for any hint of what he was thinking; any sign that they were truly on the same page about all this. It felt like forever since she'd been able to just be close to him like this; to feel safe in his arms again.

Their hearts beat in unison, their breath mingling as one as they waited for him to respond. Would he want this too? Or had she ruined everything with her obsessive need for him? Only time would tell.

She sighed contentedly as he held her close, his tears wetting her clothes and trickling down between her breasts. A part of her had been afraid that this moment would never come; that they'd never find their way back to each other after all they'd been through. But here they were, in bed together once more, his strong arms sheltering her from the world like a shield. It felt so right... so natural. Like coming home after years spent wandering aimlessly through the darkness.

As she nestled deeper into his embrace, her thoughts drifted to their future: What would they do now? Where would they go from here? Would they ever be able to have a normal life together, or was their fate forever intertwined with the shadowy underworld of the mafia? So many questions... But for now, all that mattered was the warmth of his skin against hers; the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear.

"Ivan?" she murmured softly after a moment, drawing strength from the sound of her own voice. "I love you. No matter what happens... I'll always love you." Her words were quiet, barely more than a whisper, but they carried weight nonetheless; the unspoken promise of eternity burning bright between them like two distant stars connected by an invisible thread. She held her breath, waiting for him to say something; to acknowledge her declaration and promise. Even now, after all this time apart, she needed his validation as much as she did the air that filled her lungs.

Jenna smiled up at him, her heart skipping a beat at the certainty in his voice and the feel of his warm breath against her skin. "Thank you," she murmured, tracing idle patterns along his chest with one fingertip. "I'm glad... I'm so glad we found our way back to each other." She paused, gathering her courage before asking the question that had been burning in her mind since they'd woken up together. "What now?" she said softly. "Where do we go from here?" Her gaze flickered between his eyes and lips, hoping for some sort of answer; some sort of clarity in this mess of conflicting emotions and memories.

In her mind, the future stretched out before them like a blank canvas, waiting to be painted with their love and their lives. But until he spoke, she couldn't begin to fill in the blanks; couldn't even guess at what shape that future might take. All she knew was that she wanted it to include him; that she wanted this feeling of completion and wholeness to last forever. The rest didn't really matter as long as they had each other.

Jenna's heart skipped a beat at the question, her face flushing with an almost childlike excitement. "I... I don't know," she stammered, looking away briefly before meeting his eyes again. "It seems too much, all of a sudden. Marriage is such a big thing; I mean... Are you sure you want that? With me?" Her voice wobbled slightly on the last words, revealing her own insecurities and doubts about whether she was truly worthy of being his wife after all they'd been through.

She waited for him to respond, her fingers twisting nervously in the bedsheets beneath her. Part of her wanted nothing more than for him to say yes; to tell her that he did want to marry her and spend the rest of his life with her. But another part was afraid of being hurt all over again if it didn't work out; if they made a mistake and found themselves back where they started. It was a precarious balance, and she felt like walking on a tightrope without a net beneath her.

"Ivan?" she repeated softly, nibbling nervously on her bottom lip. "What do you think? I mean... About us? Do you see a future for us together... aside from marriage?" She hoped he would understand that no matter what they decided, all she truly wanted was to be with him; to have some sort of life where they were together and happy. But as much as she wished it, their future still hung in the balance, waiting for them to decide which path they would choose.

Jenna felt relief wash over her like a cool summer breeze as he spoke; his certainty making it easier for her to trust him again. "I want to be with you," she whispered, laying her head against his chest once more. "I don't care what we have to go through or how long it takes... As long as we're together, I'm happy." Her heart hammered wildly in her chest, the weight of their decision suddenly seeming much less daunting now that she knew he felt the same way.

Her fingers drifted up to caress his cheek, tracing the shape of his jawline before coming to rest on his shoulder. "So... what about us?" she prompted softly, her voice little more than a breath against his skin. "Do you want to get married? To me?" She looked up at him through her lashes, her expression hopeful and filled with an almost childlike wonder as she waited for him to respond.

Was it too much to ask for a simple yes or no? Or were they doomed to dance around the question for eternity? Only time would tell, but in that moment, all she could focus on was the feeling of his heartbeat beneath her ear; the warmth of his skin against hers. This was real now. They were together again... And nothing else seemed to matter as much.