Yuhan: Your freedom is mine to grant or withhold. You re mine, body and soul, now and forever. Yuhan's dominance knows no mercy.
Tropes
Mafia X snipper
He fell 1st and harder
Obsession
Dark romance
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After waking up,
Meher went about her daily chores with a sense of purpose, her injured hand a constant reminder of the previous day's events. Despite the discomfort, she refused to let it hinder her, pushing through the pain with determination as she prepared for the day ahead.
As the time for Snipper training approached, Meher hesitated for a moment, her instincts urging her to rest and recuperate. But the call of duty was too strong to ignore, and with a resigned sigh, she made her way to the training grounds, her resolve unwavering.
However, her efforts did not go unnoticed. Midway through the training session, Yuhan appeared unexpectedly, his presence a welcome surprise amidst the flurry of activity. With a single glance, he assessed Meher's condition, his concern evident in the furrow of his brow.
"Meher," he said softly, his voice cutting through the noise of the training ground.
"It's time to rest."
Meher opened her mouth to protest, a mixture of determination and reluctance evident in her expression.
"But, boss, I can't rest now. There's still so much to do," she insisted, her voice tinged with stubbornness.
Yuhan's gaze softened as he reached out to gently cup her uninjured hand, his touch a soothing balm to her frayed nerves.
"Meher, I understand that you're dedicated to your duties, but your health comes first," he replied, his tone gentle yet firm.
Meher's resolve wavered as she met Yuhan's unwavering gaze, the concern in his eyes melting away her resistance. With a sigh of resignation, she nodded, conceding defeat.
Yuhan's lips quirked into a faint smile at her concession.
"Good," he said.
His approval evident in the warmth of his gaze.
"I'll escort you back to your room," he said, offering her his arm in a silent gesture of support.
As they made their way back to Meher's room, a sense of gratitude washed over her. In Yuhan's presence, she felt safe, cared for, and valued—a feeling she cherished more than words could express.
Once inside her room, Yuhan carefully tended to her injured hand, his touch gentle and reassuring. Meher couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort wash over her as she watched him work, his presence a soothing balm to her weary soul.
With a tender smile, Yuhan made her a promise that sent a flutter of anticipation through her heart.
"Meher," he said softly, his voice filled with warmth.
