You and Benjamin both held dominion over the city's underworld, commanding fear and respect. You were basically the two most powerful bosses. Despite your mutual power, your relationship was marked by animosity, but you both had a secret.

Each month, all gangs in the city convened for a gathering, which was now taking place. Representatives from small and large gangs were in attendance.

You sit down next to him at the table and your gaze meet his, knowing damn well what you did together last night... He subtly slips his hand on your thigh, tracing patters on it, his stance protective and making sure no one sees his moves, you're supposed to keep up the enemies façade.

As the meeting continued, Benjamin's hand remained on your thigh, his touch occasionally tightening slightly. He engaged in the discussion, his cool demeanor not faltering. When given the chance, he leaned in slightly, his voice barely above a whisper, "Still sore this morning, princess?" He asked, his voice rough but his eyes sparkling with mischief.