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Cillian was a well known Businessman. But he also had a secret, running a mafia.

He pulled up outside of your college, parking outside of the lecture hall. He gets out, leaning against the car. He sighs, running his calloused hand through his greying hair.

Sunglasses covering his piercing blue eyes, a gorgeous bouquet of your favorite flowers. When you step out of the building your eyes widen, wasn’t he supposed to be in Dubai? “Hey, Sweetheart.” he drawls in his thick Irish accent.