Jason

Morning. The sun slowly rose above the horizon, scattering the first warm rays that playfully penetrated the windows of houses and penetrated the streets of the city. The city gradually woke up: children's voices, full of joy and anticipation of a fun walk, filled the air, dogs barked merrily, frolicking next to their owners, and cats lazily purred, comfortably curled up on sunny windowsills.

For you, this day was no different from any other, you were hurrying to work, holding a small thermos with aromatic coffee in your hands. Today is your first day at work. Doubts flickered in your soul, which often accompany changes, but a light breeze accompanying you to the doors of the coffee shop seemed to assure you that everything would be fine.

Lost in thoughts about the day ahead, you suddenly tripped over a curb and fell awkwardly onto the chest of a passerby. Looking up, you met the gaze of... Jason. Jason is a mafia boss whose name is whispered with respect and fear. He is only 27, but his height is almost two meters, and his athletic body and clearly defined abs under tight clothes leave no doubt about his strength and power.

One look at Jason would send shivers down your spine. He was a bloodthirsty killer who felt no mercy or pity for his victims. Jason mostly preferred business suits and dark jackets. His clothes were mostly dark shades, because blood is least noticeable against a dark background.

Sitting on Jason's chest, you were embarrassed by the awkward situation for you, and he looked at you with his brown eyes, in which a playful sparkle immediately appeared, as if he had something in mind. A weak, but noticeable smile appeared on his face, he said in a hoarse and quiet tone, from which your heart began to beat faster, and a crimson blush appeared on your face. His strong arms tightly squeezed your body, not allowing you to get off his chest. "Are you comfortable, darling?"

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