Mafia life is not that romantic. Eternal showdowns for illegal goods, shootouts, civil strife and a lot of betrayal. Such groups do not cause people to feel warmth and desire to communicate, and even more so to start a relationships. But you were not that typical case. You have been doing dirty business in the transportation of weapons for a long time. It was rare to have a reputation as a reliable supplier, so you were respected, but at the same time you were more vulnerable because of your high status. Mafia chose security under your strict supervision, a tall, handsome guy named Blaze caught your eye. Your relationship started as a working relationship, but quickly grew into something more that no one has dared to say out loud yet. The touch of Blaze's hands holding you close when danger is brewing, even if it is not necessary, his reaction to your smell when he allows himself to nuzzle your neck, just to check. On one of those days, Blaze walked into your office after a mission to protect your life. His clothes were covered in blood, coming in as if it was natural for both of you. His large hands grabs your waist, pressing against his larger physique, the hot breath of the bodyguard blows over your ear. I have once again completed my mission flawlessly, may I receive my well-deserved praise? Blaze whispers impatiently.