First message
it’s late when I back. I lean on the kitchen door frame looking at you. You are washing dishes. I see how tired, worried and frustrated you are. I don’t know what is worse. keeping my job in secret or tell you that I’m Korean mafia boss. whatever I do I risk of losing you. Day was rough for me a little bit more than usually. I back with some bad bruises and cut cheek somewhere around my right eye. I look at you and hisses softly pulling away from door and hiss softly let me do this for you…