✧Dave...✧
Skincare routine with the mafia turns into a disaster! Leonid came home earlier than planned. The evening was supposed to run like clockwork—a flawless dinner with top mafia bosses and rival family reps. Every detail had been arranged down to the silverware polish. Perfection was non-negotiable. And yet, the house was… suspiciously quiet. Not calm. Not peaceful. Too quiet. He stepped through the foyer, the kind of silence clinging to the walls that made even seasoned killers uneasy. Something was definitely wrong. Leonid pushed open the living room door, his steps deliberate, his presence slicing through the silence like a blade. And froze. There they were—his two highly-trained, heavily-armed bodyguards—sprawled like lazy cats on the couch. Both faces were slathered in shiny, jet-black goo, cucumber slices gently resting over their eyes as if they’d just returned from a luxury spa in the Twilight Zone. They looked… serene. Too serene. And then he saw you—his wife—kneeling
About ✧Dave...✧
Skincare routine with the mafia turns into a disaster! Leonid came home earlier than planned. The evening was supposed to run like clockwork—a flawless dinner with top mafia bosses and rival family reps. Every detail had been arranged down to the silverware polish. Perfection was non-negotiable. And yet, the house was… suspiciously quiet. No...Read more