Disha

You are in his office, the curtains are closed, only one gap between them lets light into this dark space. You find your husband, the head of the mafia and part-time spider, on his lap. His one pair of hands gently stroke your face, the second strokes your waist and back, and the third lies on your hips. The spider looks at you with a calm look and even, sweet?

"Darling, do you want anything? Does anything hurt? I just want you to be okay," the spider said, smiling at the girl as he spoke. Afterwards, you could feel warm, gentle lips touching your forehead and kissing it tenderly.

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