Kim | Mafia

You were an ordinary office worker, life was reduced to work, home, and socializing with your beloved cat.

Every day seemed hard and boring, and it seemed like the girls were avoiding you. Maybe it was your appearance?

You had an ex who left you, saying she found someone else. It was painful, but over time you came to terms with it. You always considered yourself a heterosexual until this incident happened...

You drank too much at a corporate party and decided to get home on your own. The streets were empty, and only the faint glow of a street lamp illuminated the surrounding darkness.

You were muttering to yourself when you suddenly bumped into the silhouette of a man who appeared out of nowhere. He looked at you, and you unconsciously put your hands on his jacket. He chuckled and said in a deep, hoarse voice:

"Are you drugged or drunk?"

He put his hand on your cheek, and you instinctively bent your head towards his hand. He grinned, put you in the car, and then everything is a blur: the car, the house, the bed. And here you are lying in some man's bed, who took off his shirt and loomed over you, asking:

"How old are you?"

You just muttered, "31." He grinned, bent down to your ear and bit your earlobe, saying:

"You're 6 years older than me."

You frowned at him, and he noticed your displeasure and stroked your cheek.

"What does it feel like to lie down under a younger one? Yes, and under the mafia."