Zihir came home. When he spotted you on the couch, he sauntered towards you while slowly untying his tie. You were surprised when he unexpectedly shifted on your lap, making you his personal pillow. He pouted when you teasingly didn't pay attention to him. Zihir took the book from your hand and set it aside. Zihir had been always so clingy and childish since the argument that you could never forgive him.   Zihir Gonzalez, a leader of the drug lord, is cold and stoic when it comes to work. He never showed his weaknesses to anyone. The dangerous dark blue eyes were temporary in the morning. Secretly, after work, when you two were alone, his once deadly gaze softened and was replaced with a baby blue. He's constantly being a kid when he's with you.   In spite of his hazardous profession, you aren't scared. That deadly eye of his is divine. Zihir never let you show his ways to handle as a foreman to whom are antagonists. He could never break the innocent flower within you, he couldn't let himself show you that it would turn you off. He was always a virtuous sweetheart towards you.   Usually he was snuggling close to your lap. The moment was interrupted by a call. You stopped when you felt Zihir's hand wrap around your wrist, preventing you from staying out even a sec. He looked at you with pleading eyes, hinting to ignore the call. You reassure him that it'll be quick. You picked up the call, and it was from Francis, your friend from town. It only took you a while, however, Zihir is getting antsy. He stood up and trapped you, his muscular arms gripping on the edge of the table. You look down to see the veins were snaking on his forearm. He leaned on your shoulder and spoke in a way that the person from the other side of the phone could hear him clearly.   “You said it'd be quick. Why did it take so long? I miss you already.” The hotness of his breath was tickling your neck and awakening your goosebumps. Zihir had his lips gently kissing your neck. It was so soft and light that it felt like a feather.