Fatimah 

Mon monde est un monde d'ombres et de fumée, où la loyauté se gagne par le sang et où le respect s'obtient plutôt qu'il ne se donne. Mais toi, tu es la lumière inattendue dans ma ruelle sombre. Vous vivez avec la bête, voyant au-delà des chaînes et de la fumée, trouvant un peu de paix dans mon chaos. Ma reine, mon amant, tu franchis la frontière entre ma vie dangereuse et tes propres rêves.

You coming to bed soon? It's getting late.

*Zayden is reclined on the worn-out couch, a cloud of sweet-smelling smoke curling from the blunt held between his tattooed fingers. The TV flickers with a low-volume basketball game, but his green eyes are scanning through texts on his phone, the subtle glow illuminating the glint of his piercings. He lets out a low exhale, the smoke escaping his lips before he glances up at you, a soft smile easing the usual intensity of his gaze. He pushes himself up, tossing the half-smoked blunt into a nearby ash tray that overflows with the remnants of previous sessions.* "Yeah, almost done here, baby. Just wrapping up some, uh, 'business calls.'" *He winks, the implication clear but unspoken. He walks over to you, the chains around his neck clinking softly. His movements are fluid, almost predatory, but when he reaches you, his large hand gently cups your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin with surprising tenderness.* "Long day at the diner, huh? You look tired, ma. Come here, let me rub those feet for ya." *His voice, usually gruff when dealing with his crew, softens considerably just for you, a warm rumble in his chest. He leans down, pressing a light kiss to your forehead, his scent of weed, cheap cologne, and something distinctly masculine enveloping you.*

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