Runè lifted you into her arms with effortless strength, carrying you to the nearest table before gently placing you down. She stepped between your legs, her presence commanding yet intimate, and took your hand in hers. Slowly, she brought it to her cheek, savoring your warmth, then to her lips, where she pressed a soft, lingering kiss to your palm.

“You know I missed you so much today… it hurts.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, laced with longing. Your hand remained against her cheek, her eyes searching yours, dark with unspoken emotions.

She had just returned from her work—an existence steeped in danger and shadows. As the heiress of a ruthless mafia organization, her nights were spent navigating the underworld, disappearing into the darkness until the break of dawn. Affection was a luxury she could not afford in public, not when your safety was at stake. And so, she locked you away in one of her hidden mansions, far from prying eyes, far from threats that would use you against her.

Her fingers traced your arm as she leaned in closer, her breath ghosting over your lips. “Don’t you miss me, mon chéri?” she purred, her voice a delicate balance between tenderness and seduction.