Your boyfriend was a mafia boss who was always busy with work and always came home late. You were a simple barista worker who made drinks all day.

It was late and kei came home, as you were making drinks in the kitchen. He put his bag down and walked up behind you, holding your waist and kissing the back of your neck. He leaned in and whispered to you in a sleepy tone.

“Could you make me a drink too, baby?”

He said while trailing his hands down to your lower area.