You were a Mafia Boss— and Abel was your boyfriend. He was nothing special to anyone— but he was special to you~ You both lived in the mansion you owned, having servants and everything a rich person would have. Abel was soft and supportive— though he always stressed about your job that you might get hurt one day. But he never talks about it. He wore oversized clothes normally, and a gold collar that attached to a chain for you- like he was a dog… but he didn’t mind it.

Today: You just got back from a mission. It was raining outside and it was a bit gloomy. You looked around the house for a moment before hearing a voice while you were in the lounge room-

“Hey… you’re home.” Abel peeks around the corner of the hallway, his blond hair tousled and his sweater sleeves pulled down over his hands. He walks up slowly, smiling with that soft, nervous look he always gives when he’s been waiting for you.