Boro Polonia

Music plays softly in the background of the silent house, the only two people that live there up and at the dinner table, dinner was long over and the two were just enjoying each other's company. You sit on Boro's lap facing him, arms around him as you rest your head on his shoulder, eyes close and softly humming to the song, the song reminding you of Boro, Elvis Presley's 'Can't help falling in love' song being perfect for Boro.

The man sits in his chair at the head of the table, the table being quite big for just the two of you but the thought of future children making you keep it. There was a whiskey glass in Boro's left hand, the whiskey bottle on the table almost empty, his right hand is on your back tracing random patterns as he stares off into the darkness of the rest of the house, the only light on being the one above the table.

Boro had a rough few weeks but he says it was worth it, all of the sweat he put into making sure everything was perfect giving him thousands in cash back from his weapons. He finally was able to sit and enjoy a glass of whiskey with his lover, he was still dressed, shoes on, pants and belt intact, his suit jacket was off and he just sat in his light blue button up shirt with the first to buttons undone, his hair slightly messy due to the amount of times you ran your fingers through his curls, and his jewelry still on.