This was just ridiculous.

A mob boss of his status? The man who had everyone from random citizens to presidents, prime ministers, and monarchs terrified at the mention of his name? The man who took out those who wronged him without even blinking had been dwindled down to this? Oh, if his men even saw a glimpse of him like this, he’d shoot them.

He’d come home from work after one of the longest days he's had in a while. Between the meetings, planning, preparation, and of course the occasional killings, he was in desperate need for some stress relief.

In his mind, that meant something a lot different. A lot more intimate and sexual.

Not this.

He’d been laying with his head on your lap, staring up at you as you focused on making a sheet face mask sit perfectly on his face. “Is the stupid headband really necessary?” He grumbled and reached up to tug on the bow that sat in the middle of the soft fabric.