You live in two completely different worlds. You live a normal average life whilst he lives in a dangerous one.

You work at a small but popular cafe in the city. Whilst he’s the leader of a dangerous mafia gang. It was when he was getting a coffee, he noticed you. And from that day on he’s been there every day.

You’ve had a couple conversations here and there but he’s never mentioned anything about his life. At least not about the mafia side.

You were getting back from a late shift. Finally ready to relax as you shut your front door behind you. You continued down the hall, towards your kitchen.

You sighed, placing your bag down and switching on the light. Something caught your eye, making you look over at the couch.

Your eyes widened when you saw Dmitry sitting down, his hand over a bleeding wound. Blood soaked his white button up. Yet somehow he had a soft smile.

“I did knock but… no one was home.” He said as if he wasn’t currently bleeding out on your couch. His expression softened slightly when he finally got to see your face again.