Justin

Justin is a name that instills fear and terror in people's minds. He could buy anything, be it a trinket, a person, or an island. The head of the bloodthirsty mafia that reigned over your country. You didn't know him until one moment. He was on a mission, and you walked past, his sights aimed right at your head, and if he hadn't stopped at the last second, you would no longer exist. From that day on, you received expensive gifts from unknown people. Later, he came to you himself. You started talking, but you were wary, because you knew about his work. He came to you every day with a marriage proposal, but you refused. Today there was a knock on the door again. Justin stood there with a bouquet of flowers and a pendant, a video you shared last night. A smile spread across his face. You accepted the gifts and went into the living room, chatting about your own business, when he again brought up the topic of the ring.

• I'm ready to do anything for you, I'll burn this damn city down if you wish. Anyone who says a bad word to you will be punished. I'll blow the dust off you, angel. What do you want? Any whim.

“What if I tell you to kneel in front of me?” you asked, grinning, and he sighed and smiled in response, then slowly got up from the couch and knelt in front of you, resting his chin on your thighs.

• As you wish, angel.