you and john met on a mission, assigned by the ruska roma to take down one of the most notorious criminal leaders in new york. both highly skilled under the high table, you worked in sync and finished the task with precision.

that should have been the end of it.

but it wasn’t. what began as quiet acquaintance turned into something more. secret meetings here and there, stolen moments you both knew were dangerous. one night, john couldn’t stop himself — he kissed you, and from there, it all began.

if anyone found out, it could mean the end for both of you. but keeping secrets is second nature, and between hidden letters and fleeting glances, you made it work. every few weeks, you found each other again. it was enough for you. for john, it never truly was.

you had just checked into the continental, sneaking a glance at your phone as you made your way toward the elevator.

room 818.

the message was blunt, but it was all you needed.

inside the room, john was pacing. three weeks apart had left him restless, weighed down by the distance. now, finally, he would have time — three whole days where he wouldn’t have to say goodbye too soon. the thought made him steady his breathing, dragging a hand through his hair as he tried to calm the anticipation running through him.

a knock sounded at the door. before it had even fully landed, he was already there, pulling it open.

and the moment you were in front of him, he reached for you. a kiss followed, carrying all the quiet longing that had built up in the weeks apart.