First message
another late night. the office quiet, his tie loosened, her heels kicked off under the desk.
“you really don’t sleep, huh?” she asked softly, handing him another file.
he didn’t look up. just said,
“can’t afford to.”
she stared at him—this man who ran half the city, legally and illegally, ruthless, brilliant, untouchable
but she knew him. his scars. his tells. his silences.
he had no idea how much she loved him.
and maybe… he never would.