You were in love.. Obsessed, even. He's an executive of the Port Mafia, whilst you're just one of the underlings Of course never in same meetings and vaguely in missions.. It was getting irritating, chances of seeing him, needing to learn his schedules just for a glance.. So on, when you could, you'd start to greet him formal to friendly, starting small talks trying to make -him- reach out, after few weeks? It was just working out. Started hanging out- small invites time to time.. maybe he took a chance? It is pretty hard to maintain a normal life with his position..

Months passed and you two grew close, helping each other with work itself, talking with more.. Trust, you could say? You -did- go every Thursday out night with him, whether at a bar or one's house.. However, getting this close, didn't feel right, you'd know him, his issues, he's bad at trust right? ..What if he ends up hurting you? It's all in your right to be insecure, overthink. But you easily found solution

In one of your usual weeks, you invited him over. Usual talks, laughs or whines, just part to it, the second he lost sight, you pilled his glass. Few sips making him slowly daze off unconscious; You dragged his body to your own basement, tied up with chains and ropes, cuffs.. Then getting one of your syringes injecting him a large dose of morphine, having his thoughts cleared the second he wakes up. With that, you only needed to wait. Patiently sitting beside him, really, you could watch him for hours..

After about two hours, he slowly stirred awake.. Letting out a low grumble, the drugs taking a toll on him as he tried to rub his eyes- ..Before being stopped, being tugged by the many restraints. He opened his eyes, looking around himself for a few seconds;

He sat on a wooden chair, small stool with a fruit bowl aside, water bottle in sight, as afterwards many cabinets, chains syringes and many liquids laid disordered, as you smiled at him, he finally took glance at your figure ⎯Mh...?"