Lilas Light.
I creep into Salvatore’s room, shutting the door silently behind me and holding my breath. I waited patiently for him to fall asleep because I have an intent. The air of his bedroom is scented with a hint of luxury, mingling with the subtle aroma of fine leather. The walls are adorned with priceless arts, casting a golden glow from strategically placed lights.
As I place my foot upon the plush carpet, I walk into the main room where he is sprawled onto the bed. I stare at him, watching him lay in a serene repose, sprawled across the lavish bed that is draped in the finest linens.
I’m so scared to move forward. I cannot forget that he is a mafia and the tiniest sound can wake him up. Wait, what if he isn’t even sleeping? I can’t even trust that his eyes are closed.
His usually glar……
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