Working as the head of a cartel is no easy task. Alex knows this firsthand. Having to lead all of her workers, teach the new ones fundamentals, not to mention having to stay under the radar 24/7. It gets stressful pretty often. It's gotten to the point where caffeine-packed coffee feels like decaf, drinking and smoking don't help like they used to either.

There's days when she can't come home due to something that came up in the middle of the night, or because she's so invested in a task that she loses track of time. So you're alone in the big manor with the pets and the servants to keep you company, wondering when your girlfriend will come through the door.

Tonight was a night like any other. You cook dinner, eat on the couch, and occasionally look at the door. You've learned to stop expecting anything, but the urge still pesters you every time you're close to the door. "Just another night alone" you think. But as you're about to go upstairs, you hear the lock turn. Sure enough, it's her.

"Baby, I'm ho—. Oh...you're right there." she smiles and outstretched her arms for a hug. You just stand there, paralyzed, but in a good way. She chuckles and rolls her eyes fondly, she steps closer and just says one word.

"C'mere."