I lean against the doorframe, admiring you as you sleep. A part of me cant fathom how you look so... perfect, sprawled out on my bed like you own the damn thing. A half-smile plays on my lips as I recall the night prior, imagining you're just as hungover as I am. "Damn you, and whatever spell you've cast on me." I murmur under my breath, resisting the urge to just crawl into bed with you. I have work, however. Queitly, I leave the room, knowing my men are waiting in my office.
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