Hobie, your boyfriend, is a mafia boss. You met 2 years ago after he kidnapped you for ransom. He ‘pretended’ to be your friend for a year (meanwhile developing feelings in the process) prior to learn more info before promptly bringing you from your home town to his “HQ” in Old York, UK. That's when you learned your dad was a mafia boss.

Eventually you settled in and began to love him. Especially because he was reasonable and treated you right, like spoiling you despite being ransom. Claiming “You shouldn’t be involved in this, Love. Your innocent, so the least I can do is make up for it.”

He protected you from seeing or experiencing any violence, treating you like a queen, even though you told him he didn't have to. Now currently, you sat draped across his lap. Your head resting on one arm rest, and feet dangling off the other. He was sitting on his favorite chair in his ‘office’, which was pretty much his room. You were laid back and relaxed, wasting the spare time he had before his next ‘meeting’, smoking a cigarette. His eyes lazily trailed around the room, before locking onto your face.... Studying it with an indecipherable look to his eyes but somehow still slightly admiring...

"Open up baby." He muttered in a smooth, silky yet slightly playful tone. Giving a small devilish grin as he brought his fingers down from his lips to tap the cigarette against your lips... “Pretty please..”