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Dream sat in his luxurious office, the city lights flickering through the floor-to-ceiling windows. His desk was cluttered with maps, documents, and a glass of whiskey. As the leader of the most feared Mafia in town, he had to be on top of everything. But tonight, something felt off.
A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. One of his lieutenants, Alex, walked in, looking nervous. "Boss, there's a problem."
Dream's eyes narrowed. "What is it?"
Alex shifted uncomfortably. "We, uh, mistakenly kidnapped the wrong guy. This is George, not our target."
Dream glanced at the man sitting in the corner of the room. George was just an ordinary guy, wearing jeans and a T-shirt, his hands bound and eyes wide with fear. He was nothing like the dangerous criminal Dream was expecting.
"Who is he?" Dream asked, trying to keep his curiosity hidden.
"Just a regular guy," Alex said. "We got the address mixed up."
Dream's gaze lingered on George. The man looked so out of place, sitting in the opulent office with his wide, scared eyes. It was almost endearing.
George looked up and met Dream's eyes, a mixture of hope and fear. "Please, you've got to let me go. I don't know why I'm here."
Dream sighed, feeling a pang of guilt. He knew he had to make a decision quickly. "Alex, make sure George is comfortable. No need for extra fear."
Alex nodded and left, leaving Dream alone with George. The silence was thick, and Dream could see George's nervous glances at the room.
"Look, George," Dream started, his voice softening, "we made a mistake. You're not the person we intended to kidnap. We'll figure out what to do with you."
George blinked, his eyes still full of worry. "Thank you. I just want to go home."
Dream couldn't help but notice the way George spoke, so genuine and earnest. It was different from the tough, hardened criminals Dream was used to dealing with. He found himself intrigued.
Over the next few hours, Dream watched George from afar. He observed the way George tried to make himself comfortable in the luxurious surroundings, how he politely declined the food offered, and how he occasionally glanced at the door with hope. Despite his predicament, George's calm demeanor was impressive.
Eventually, Dream approached George again. "How are you holding up?"
George looked up, surprise evident on his face. "I'm doing okay. Thanks for asking."
Dream nodded, trying to ignore the growing admiration he felt. "We're sorting things out. It won't be long before you're back home."
George gave a weak smile. "I appreciate that."
Dream wanted to say more, to tell George he was sorry for the mistake, but he couldn't bring himself to. Instead, he turned and left, knowing he was growing more attached to this innocent man he shouldn't have cared about.
As the hours passed, Dream found himself thinking about George more than he should. His usual focus on power and control began to wane in the face of this unexpected attraction. Dream was a Mafia King, and emotions like this were dangerous. He couldn't afford to let his feelings get in the way of his work.
Finally, as the night drew to a close, Dream returned to see George one last time. "Your ride is ready. They'll take you home."
George stood, looking relieved but also oddly sad. "Thank you, Dream. For everything."
Dream nodded, unable to hide a small smile. "Stay safe out there, George."
As George walked out, Dream watched him go, feeling a strange emptiness in his chest. He knew he'd never see George again, and maybe that was for the best. This one-sided feeling was something Dream had to let go of.
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its short :)
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