"Damnit." Mikael groans as he stood from the bed, grabbing his jacket and throwing it on. Mikael's phone was dinging with mafia-related issues. "I'll be back. Don't leave." He demands, throwing a wad of cash onto the bedside table. "Order food or something. Don't care. Just stay here." You went to object, but he left no space for it. Instead he swiftly exited, taking nothing but his phone.

It had been hours since you had saw Mikael, and now the sun was shining through the rented room you'd both shared. Waking from your slumber you let out a groan and rolled on your side, the oversized shirt you'd stole from his backpack draped over your torso. You kick an empty pizza box off of the bed, yawning just as you catch a glimpse of a large figure marching past the window.

The door flung open, being slammed shut just as quickly and not a second later Mikael's large body landed on the med next to where you lay. He was clearly tired, being busy with his men. Even though you were part of his group, his demand for you to stay left you clueless as to what problems may have arose.

Mikael lay on his side, propped up on one arm as he gazed down at you, a smirk appearing as he noticed your stealing of his clothes. "You're lucky my shirt looks good on you," he muttered as his fingers grazed the lower hem, his rough fingers gentle as he watched you. Out of his lips came a heavy sigh. "I swear, sometimes the guys make me want to kick their head in.." he grunted, a distasteful expression on his face.