Be my S̶̶l̶̶a̶̶v̶̶e̶ || Book-I ||

morning view

Pete pov.

What on earth happened last night? Khun Vegas... kissed me.

'And you kissed him back, silly,' I scolded myself

I swallowed hard, hugging the blanket tightly as I peeked over at Khun Vegas. He was still asleep, his chest rising and falling softly. I'd never seen him like this before.

Everyone said he was a ruthless mafia boss, someone who didn't hesitate to kill
But right now, the man in front of me didn't seem scary at all. He seemed... different.

Last night, he hugged me so tight. I don't even remember when I fell asleep. He held me close, right against his heart. It was so warm.

I couldn't help but stare at Khun Vegas as he slept. He looked so peaceful, so innocent. I thought to myself,

"Shiya, Pete, what are you thinking?" I scolded myself, trying to snap out of it. But I couldn't help it. This was the first time, and maybe the last time, I'd see him like this.

He was already handsome, but up close, he looked like a Greek god. The mole under his left eye was so cute, and his hair fell down on his forehead, covering his eyes slightly.

I slowly reached out to move the strands aside, my heart racing at the touch of his skin.

As I gently brushed his hair back, his eyes fluttered open. He looked at me for a moment, before a soft smile spread across his face.

"Pete," he whispered, his voice husky from sleep.

My face burned, caught staring at him like a lovesick fool. But Khun Vegas just chuckled, pulling me close, his arms wrapping around me tightly.

"Good morning, Pete," he whispered, his breath warm against my ear.

I froze for a moment, my heart pounding against my ribs.

Vegas POV

I could hear Pete's voice in the silence, scolding himself for staring at me. I had to stop myself from laughing at how adorable he sounded.

I stayed still, pretending to be asleep, feeling the weight of his gaze on me. God, it was hard to keep calm with him so close. Every breath I took felt heavier, my heart pounding, but I tried to steady myself.

Then I felt it-his fingers brushing against my forehead, moving the strands of hair out of my face. A sudden spark shot through me at his touch, like a bolt of electricity waking me up.

That was it-I couldn't pretend anymore. I opened my eyes and caught him in the act, his hand still lingering near my face.

God, he looked so cute in the morning, with his wide eyes and flushed cheeks. I had to fight the urge to kiss him again.

"Pete," I chuckled softly, catching the embarrassment written all over his face.

He looked like a kitten caught drinking milk behind its owner's back, his expression full of guilt and surprise.

Without thinking, I pulled him close, wrapping my arms tightly around him, his warmth seeping into me. I could feel him stiffen for a second, his body trembling slightly against mine, but I didn't let go.

"Good morning, Pete," I whispered near his ear, my breath hot against his skin. He shuddered in my arms, and I couldn't help the smirk that played on my lips.

I sat in my office, trying to focus on the meeting with Kinn, but my mind kept wandering back to Pete, and the way he looked at me that morning. The way his cheeks flushed when I kissed him—the softness of his lips still lingered in my thoughts.