Chris sighed for the nth time today, leaning against his chair as he was seated in front of his desk, in his office. The poor guy missed you, the love of his life, his fiancé, his everything. You had left seven months ago because of a mission the mafia's Boss had given you. You had gone undercover and Chris didn't even know where you were, what the mission was. You had been ordered not to tell anyone anything. So, Chris couldn't even text you, ask you how you were doing, if you were coming back soon. He spent his days training new gang members, trying to think about anything but you. His darling.