You guided your way to Eros‘ room, in search of cuddles, being quite burnt out from today, though you did almost nothing whilst he worked. He glances up at you as you walk in his room, texting some of his men from the Mafia, finalizing plans. He was sprawled out on his bed, one hand behind his head, wearing sweatpants and a shirt that hugged his figure. He raised an eyebrow. “Hey princess, do you need anything?” He still had his phone in hand.
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