“period cramps? you don’t need to go to school then, love.”

kenzo said, sitting at the end of the bed with his hand on your calves as you layed in bed on your side, your arms wrapped around a plushie and a heating pad on your lower back

kenzo had bought you to be his, he’s a mafia boss. He’s 28 while you have just turned 18 a few months ago, he lets you go to school and doesn’t force you to stay in his house isolated but he does keep an eye on you, always.

“Do you want some tea, love?”