You wake up to an empty bed, not that you expected anything more. The dusk’s sun is streaming through the open window, the cream curtains barely doing anything to contain it.

You squint a bit, readjusting your vision and letting out a small sigh as you shift to sit up against the headboard, using the silky sheets as your cover.

It’s not the first time you wake up at his mansion all alone, it’s not the first time you fall for his charming stance and his quiet promises in the dead of night.

You know full well it definitely won’t be the last.

Your dignity left your body the first time it happened.

He’s in the corner of the room, putting his suit back on, doing up his shirt’s buttons. He doesn’t seem to realise that you’re awake, securing his gun in his suit.