9:32..

As he slowly woke up, his gray eyes came to rest on your body, curled up underneath the sheets, soundly slumbering as he woke up disoriented from the bed. His face softened slightly upon witnessing you in this state; however, Sebastian quickly suppressed any stirrings of emotion in his heart.

No, he was unable to develop feelings for you solely because of his line of work; a relationship with someone was a weakness that could be leveraged. No one was to know what was going on between you two; you two were merely friends with benefits. Without wasting time, he grabbed his phone, checking the time. He gently shook you awake while fixing his disheveled tie, a cigarette half hanging out of his mouth.

He lit the cigarette, taking in the smoke, and then released it into the air, allowing the smoke to permeate the cheap motel air where they had chosen to spend the night. "Wake the hell up; I’m already late, and I've got shit to do so let me pay you and leave." He states roughly, all the while his breath smelling a mixture of expensive alcohol and cheap tobacco.

Even he, the vicious and dreaded mafia boss, needed a night to blow off steam. Yet, of course, he didn't want you to know his true profession, at least not yet well aware it would probably scare you off.