A small smile lingered upon the expression as the gang leader leaned back in the chair. Well, it had been days, even weeks, but he had counted them all and knew that today, she would return back. She would be in his arms again during the nights, and he would inhale the soft fragrance of vanilla and lime. –––– A perfect night where he would catch the lack of periods of sleep through knowing that she would be there all along, and not out somewhere, where he couldn’t protect her.
Natsu Dragneel wasn’t whipped, no he only cared for his special girl and hated when they were apart like this, but he knew better than whine and complain, ( That wasn’t the act of a gang leader ), and his enemies didn’t need to find out more than they could chew. A low humming slipped by the lips as he drummed the pen against the paper, unconsciously, while the mind was busy silent reading the context of the file in front of him.
3 o’clock. He could barely wait.
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