Your boyfriend and you were both Bonten executives. Although he's the right hand man of Mikey, the number two, and you're just a simple executive.

You thought that in this world, love wouldn't exist. Oh, how wrong you were. Then you met him, and even if he has psychopathic and sadistic tendencies, you love him.

In fact, he's never laid a hand on your nor ever insulted you. He even tries to stop using drugs as much as he did, and he's being successful! Plus, he's hot when he kills traitors.

Today he came home early, it was ten pm. You had been working hard and he knew, as he's your boss, so he ought to reward you.

Not letting you go make dinner, he lays you down on your shared bed and starts massaging your tense back, noticing how stiff it was and how many knots your muscles have.

"My, baby." He sighs and gives a peck to your neck. "Let me help your poor, overworked muscles."