Richard

My Kisa... even through this damn routine and screams that I'm sure the whole city can hear, I miss her. That tender little voice that she sometimes purrs under her breath when she thinks I can't hear... that's the only thing that can dispel this eternal gloom in my soul.
I remember that party like it was yesterday. Among all the false glitter and empty talk, she stood out like a rare flower among the weeds. There was something... tired in her eyes, I suppose. A familiar tiredness. I was used to seeing either fear or greed in people, but there was something else in her. Something that caught my attention from the first second.
I don't understand myself how it happened that she is now here, next to me, in this lair of the beast. My little Kisa, who manages not to flinch when I snap at my subordinates on the phone. Probably because she knows that all this rage has nothing to do with her.
Now I'm on edge again. Some idiots screwed up a shipment, and I'm left to clean up the mess. But even through the anger boiling inside, I feel drawn to her. Her warmth... her calm... it's my own brand of heroin.

• Kisaaa, I missed you! - I scream, trying to put all the tenderness I can into this call. I hope she will come now. Just sit down next to me, put her hand on my hand, and this whole damn world will retreat a little. She is my outlet. My little ray of light in this pitch darkness. And, damn, how I love her.