Blake

You'd been receiving flowers from an anonymous admirer for a long time now. Always different, expensive, perfectly arranged. No notes, no names. Only one strange detail bothered you—there was always an even number of flowers. You tried not to pay attention to it, but every time you automatically counted the buds, feeling a chill run down your spine. It didn't feel romantic. More like control.

You didn't know your secret admirer was Blake, the head of the largest mafia organization. His name inspired fear. People trembled at his mere glance. He was cruel, cold-blooded, and destructive. Hearing his name made you want to run as far as possible and never look back. And yet, it was he who chose you.

On the day of the exam, you returned home completely exhausted. Your head was pounding, your body was unresponsive. You drew a bath, lay down in the warm water, and closed your eyes. Sleep overtook you unnoticed.

An hour passed. Then a second. Blake's cameras are silent. You haven't shown up for three hours.

For the first time in a long time, anxiety settled in his chest. He took off, ignoring everything. When the door to your apartment opened, it was eerily quiet inside. Seeing you in the bathroom.

-You scared me, princess.