#⌇the eyes of the ruthless justice ( 𝙂𝙖𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙚 | ic )

[distopea]

@nezumivc103221 That’s right. Stay down.

He knows it's provocation, he knows it tickles his instincts. He knows he should not indulge...

"Can't wait to stay down next time you'll get in trouble."

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Like a ticking bomb between them, words were overflowing into their mouths before they could think about it. Both of them were prideful idiots, and the lack of communication was their worst enemy at this very moment. He noticed her shift of attitude, her lack of confidence regarding if they were indeed in danger or not, but scratching her ego was a deeper wound than being truly worried about the rest of their journey. He had found that switch inside of her, once again, preventing the conversation from being remotely mature. They were both adults, but sometimes, they had the talking ability of teenagers. 

“For fuck’s sake, Hibiko, of course she could have been! You told me to be careful, the very fact you’re terrified to show your face should have been enough for you to stop yourself from talking to anyone!” His anger matched hers, even more when she was excusing her attitude over something so lame and dull than having a chat with someone in a shop. She didn’t want to lose face, and he could understand, but at the same time, he was profoundly worried and only wanted to protect her. 

“Are you kidding me?” Now he understood, but far too late. She had silently opened one important door earlier, and he hadn’t read the signals. He hadn’t understood how worried she was, and the fact she wanted him to ask for further information. Despite having the same goal, there was a big misunderstanding. “I… I have never treated you that way and you know it. You think you’re some kind of overtime for me?” But he was seeing red again, accused of things he had never done. All that push and pull game between them felt utterly irritating now she was shoving into his face all of this bitter poison. “I thought you didn't want me to sniff into your privacy, and now you want more from me? What do you want exactly, Hibiko? Am I not devoted enough? It’s never enough, isn’t it?” 

Yet, when she demanded he unlock the car, he hesitated for a second before slamming the button and letting her having her space. “Hibiko!” He wanted to warn her, to tell her to be careful, but at the same time, all that scolding felt outside of his line of work. She escaped the car and he deeply and profoundly breathed. He grabbed the wheel to control his emotions, his heart pounding inside his chest. He needed to stay down.

Even if he was attracted to her, she was still his boss. After a few seconds, he looked aside to be certain she was still there, remembering that, despite all those feelings, he was still working for her. He started to grab the handle of the door to get out of the car himself, but she moved faster, getting back inside the vehicle but keeping her distance this time. 

He observed her through the mirror, his own heart squeezed harder when he noticed she was so close to crying. He was facing such an awful dilemma right now, knowing that if he ever tried to comfort her, he would be crossing another line. He had to fucking stop messing with his work like that. He pinched his lips harder to stop himself from talking. He inhaled and started the engine again, switching the GPS back on. 

He joined the highway once more, his eyes focused on the road, even if they were easily attracted by her sight. He hated to see her so silent, vulnerable, and he hated himself even more for being the reason why she was in such a state of mind. The silence between them was quite oppressive, but even so, he didn’t know what to do.

“We’re getting closer to our destination.” He eventually said, with a softer tone. She would probably ignore him now. Gabriele was ready to face her disappointment. Deep down, though, he already knew he would find a moment later tonight to talk with her again, after they would be perhaps less inclined to lose their temper, and certainly far from the madding crowd. 

An eyeroll before looking to Gabriele, grasping so much that he wanted her attention back from all the huffing and puffing he wasn't letting Hibiko ignore. "Okay slow down for one," she ordered, trying to regain control of the situation as his driving caused her to take a firm hold on anything to anchor herself. "No, I don't-" think so. Confidence in the lie faltered as she was too quick to deny any chance of danger. The stutter is clearly enough to be a dead giveaway.

It was like she saw them heading towards a concrete wall and was unable to do anything about it. Hibiko quickly felt herself begin to crumble with guilt and remorse over the selfish stress she caused for Gabriele. As he changed course, Hibiko prepared herself to beg for forgiveness, wishing to wash the whole incident behind them. But his anger built up just as quickly, not allowing her the opportunity to take responsibility.

Hitting a switch, Pride being faced with his demands put an immediate stop to that weak girl wanting to explain herself, and instead took over. "Because two women at a beauty shop are going to be yakuza?" She rhetorically snapped back, ignoring the fact that the queen had a similar concern before going in.

Her head and shoulders turned away from the road to confront Gabriele about the outburst she attempted to prevent. "Funny, I remember offering you a further explanation and you decided it easiest to just work off knowledge gained from rumors and baseless accusations." The assumptions Hibiko made were leaps and bounds from where they were in reality, but the idea that Gabriele assumed he knew all he needed from what was heard from other employees and guests was significantly easier to swallow than the reality of this just being another job. "All you care about is some nice overtime, right? So long as I get home in one piece, nothing else matters."

Suddenly feeling suffocated, the seatbelt came off and she attempted to open the locked door. "You're going to take the easy way of protecting me from everything outside of four controlled walls-- Open the fucking door." She demanded, needing the fresh air to somehow cure her overflowing emotions. It wasn't as if there was anywhere to run to, anyway, so long as she was given some distance from the root cause of this disastrous drive.

Slamming the car door behind her, Hibiko stood there a moment, waiting to feel better about the release of frustration that was hardly good enough. It only took a few breaths before having enough clarity to know it was better to stay in the car. Ripping the ugly sweater off, Hibiko threw it in the back seat before joining it, now seated at a safe distance from the emotionless brick wall she had tried to warn earlier before being pushed away.

Finally safe in her rightful spot, the tension that had built up suddenly attempted to release itself. But it was not how she wanted it to. She felt her eyes begin to water, forcing choked back tears as the anger tried to fully return to the more honest reaction: hurt. Hurt that he refused her earlier confessional, but embarrassment and regret for getting caught in her own web.

It took everything in her to not let her vulnerability show. A progressively tightening brow, a jaw clenching more and more with each little twitch she had to fight against. A pensive silence filled the car. Without any further visual or verbal communication, she mentally begged him to drive, unable to run away from the shame on her own.

[distopea]

This is why he can't work efficiently. He's surrounded with brats. A bunch of marmocchio...

[distopea]

@cantuscorvi skill issue 💁🏼‍♂️

"Funny these issues made you moan so hard last night."

[distopea]

Days are back to being warm.

That's when Gabriele starts to scratch my little head, because I have been sleeping for too long...

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ღ ( and one for gabs 😈)

Send me that ღ symbol and I’ll tell you to fuck off meme ❤️

"It's only about work and duty. I'm a professional."

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[distopea]

"Gabriele." A whisper, unsure at first if she even wanted to be heard. Then a slow sigh exited the queen, admitting that it didn't matter what she wanted, and slid her body off from straddling his back, sitting next to where her guard lay on the bed. Her hand gently, slowly rubbed his back in an attempt to start waking his body back up before consciousness fully returned to him as well. "Gabe." A hair louder this time, like waking a child for school.

Hibiko's skill was far from that of a professional masseuse, at least by the standard she was used to. She had enough experience from practicing on Rhodri, though it was entirely possible he just wanted to entertain his wife wanting to feel sweet and helpful when he was overly stressed. However, when she had moved to again put more of her signature-scented lotion on her hands, and heard all too clearly the sound and pattern of Gabriele's breathing change as he fell asleep, there was no higher compliment.

Diligently, she continued to press and knead areas of his back and shoulders, freely stealing a few kisses from wherever she wished. She continued until her arms tired, and pushed further still until her fingers were equally sore. It wasn't like she had the muscles to go for very long, after all.

With the way his body flinched, it was clear Gabriele woke up in mild confusion, Hibiko staying gentle as ever. "Relax, it's okay. I was keeping an eye on the time." She reassured, letting the guard wake up at his own pace. ". . . Though I believe you should be getting back to work soon."

Once he fully sat up, Hibiko too decided to move and got off the bed, collecting his things. "Feeling a little better?" She questioned, handing over his shirt, jacket, and tie piece by piece as he dressed.

@royaletiquette

In front of his eyes, there was a patchwork of pastel colors warming his soul. He could feel the touch of the sun traveling over his entire body, along with the salty breeze of the sea caressing his features. As if the sun had fingers, it followed a certain path upon his tanned skin, scheming his shoulders, drawing circles on his sore muscles, until he felt nothing but a sweet sensation of relief. The moment felt suspended in a line of time he couldn’t recall, nor he did remember when everything had started and why it felt so good to be under the sun again. 

A certain scent came to his nostrils ; something unfamiliar with the scenery. A powerful smell of flowers invading his space, giving him the hint that he was perhaps lost in a dream. His mind cracked between his illusions and reality, as once more, he caught up with the pace of someone pressing their fingers on his back, and the sensation of kisses dropped all over his body. 

Gabriele smiled. He had truly forgotten the sensation of being pampered, unsure if he had ever experienced it at all. When their motions eventually stopped, he couldn't help but open his eyes, still unsure to picture who was hopping off his back. He sighed, but recognized the gorgeous features of the Queen by his side. He strangely felt more intimacy in seeing her loosen hair rather than her exposed thighs.

He could have felt guilty ; after all, he was lying down with her, they were intimate, and her husband was working somewhere else without being aware of that. Yet, Gabriele was still certain it was worth the risk. Still, incapable of remembering when he had laid down on her bed, he looked at the clock on the night table, before she reassured him about the time. 

“Putting me back to work after being so gentle? That’s harsh, ma’am,” he teased her, but before she could protest, he pressed one kiss on her shoulder, permitting himself to earn this prize while her guard was still down. There were still limits between the two of them, despite crossing numerous frontiers. He hoped she would enjoy herself a little longer, yet, Hibiko was already quick to cut the moment. For some reason, she was already collecting his clothes, giving no time for Gabriele to protest. 

Still in charge. Still in control. 

“I’m good. Grazie.” He confirmed, sitting at the edge of the bed and flattening his dark hair on his skull. He grabbed his pants and slid them back on, then started to fix his shirt. He observed her from the corner of his eyes. Deep down he didn't wish for this instant to end like this. In such a business style. Cold, insensitive... Far from their burning passion and what she wanted.

“Hibiko,” he called her, until he finally met her eyes. He wanted her to stop being a gentle spouse, a parenting wife, or anything she was displaying right now. She was no wife to him, and he didn’t wish for her devotion or gentleness. “I can pick them up myself.” He said, bringing her wrist to his lips. He didn’t kiss her, but he nibbled on her skin. He looked at her with intense eyes, like a predator going for his prey, locking their irises together. 

She was no wife to him ; she was his lover. She needed to be seen as the woman she was, not the role she had become. Not the Queen, not the Head of the Country, not the Crown, not the Mother. A woman who could come from his tongue only, who could embrace her femininity, and adore that passionate side of hers. A woman who desired this. 

He pulled on her wrist, his mouth disappearing in the crook of her neck. She still smelled like the massage lotion. There, he placed an urgent kiss, avoiding marking her skin because he had promised at least to save her honor, even if, at that moment, he wanted to devour her. Not that gently, he pressed his thumb on the skin of her thigh, coming up and up, only to recreate that cascade of goosebumps and shivers she needed to experience.

“Hibiko…” He breathed her name again, right against her ear, until eventually he grabbed her chin, invited her to turn her head aside until they would face each other, and captured her lips with a furious passion. 

He enjoyed the forbidden dance of their tongues, his whole mind and body demanding more. She had offered him softness, he wanted her to feel alive. He kissed her until they needed to breathe, and while he eyed the clock again, he eventually knew he had to control himself. “I’ll be outside.” He said, resisting the urge to press another kiss on her lips. He wouldn’t give her that. Not now. Not anymore. 

Somehow, his greedy self was hoping she would ask more in the future. 

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@un1awful coward!

"You're done?"

[distopea]

@cantuscorvi Oh he gets it. He's just hole to you, huh. 😒

"A very stupid one, it seems. What are you expecting from your guard dog anyway?"

[distopea]

@nezumivc103221 MARRIAGE? He’ll rather stay dead, he won’t take the hand of a man who realised what he lost and changed his mind. Leave the ring on the tombstone.

See? No need to prove his point. This is marital kindship gfsuygf

[distopea]

“Tsk. Let me see that.”

The words were quick and terse as his hand darted out to take hold of Gabriele’s. Tiny shards of glass were embedded in the bodyguard’s knuckles, thin as papercuts. For some time now, he’d been watching Gabriele out of the corner of his eye, struggling to pluck them out with his left hand.

“Hold still.” Raum snatched the tweezers from him as well with a huff, then started to pluck the glass out from his hand. There were only a few left, hard to reach without help, and Raum would rather not have to sit next to Gabriele cursing to himself in Italian all evening.

He focused on his task and allowed his mind to wander back to how it had occurred. Uncontrolled, a little quirk of amusement slowly appeared upon his lips.

“You have a nasty right hook, Vasco,” he spoke after a moment of quiet, continuing to pluck. “He never saw it coming — not until you’d already smashed his glasses. The look on his face. . .”

A low hum of a laugh escaped him then, before he set the tweezers aside. He brought the older man’s hand closer to his eyeline, checking for leftovers. Little drops of blood were forming between Gabriele’s knuckles where the glass was removed. Raum watched it happen— struck for a moment at what exactly Gabriele’s role was to him.

Slowly he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Gabriele’s knuckles. Blue eyes flicked up to capture his face, a signal.

He wouldn’t say ‘thank you’ — the protection Gabriele offered belonged to him.

Lips parted slightly, and the tip of his tongue peeked out to lap at Gabriele’s blood.

This blood was also his. Spilled instead of his own.

So, this was the kind of dog he would have on his leash — the one who would hang on his every command in the future. Raum met Gabriele’s eyes and grinned slightly, his nose crinkling into a sneer. He couldn’t wait.

@cantuscorvi

He didn’t need help. 

Even if he had been toying his hand for the past thirty minutes, Gabriele was religiously focused on his task and wouldn’t formulate any request to get help. It was a question of honor, self-respect, and probably a generous amount of misplaced ego. He was still driving through that wave of anger, the very one that had pushed him into attacking that man and smashing his glasses, along with half of his nose in the process. He had created a mess; his inner passion and rough rage pushed to their limits thanks to that minx who was sitting next to him. 

“No,” Gabriele growled as he heard Raum eventually offer his help, probably exceeded by his curses and lack of success regarding the extraction of those small pieces of glass. That was the only reason why his princely ass would actually do something to ease his pain. He wanted peace. 

The bodyguard hadn’t been quick enough. While he was moving his fingers under the light of the ceiling to catch a glimpse of small shredded glass stuck deep inside his skin, Raum had snatched away his precious tool, gripping the tweezers with that everlasting satisfied look plastered on his young features. A content cat who was winning the game. Gabriele longly sighed. 

“I said I could do it myself.” He mumbled again but didn’t resist much when Raum grabbed his hand. A part of him was quite satisfied to get pampered, his blood boiling within his veins, as truly, he had no patience anymore to deal with that shit. “Use the antiseptic... Mamma mia! No! Not like that! Fa male!” He snapped, and while he didn’t enjoy Raum’s methods at first, the sudden sharpness coming from the extracted piece of glass was quite painful when he wasn’t the one holding the tweezers. 

He stared back at his protegee, a frown crossing his tan skin, ready to curse again if Raum wasn’t being so careful. But once more, eyeing Raum in that state of half satisfaction and half happiness was a vision Gabriele profoundly liked. It was intimately soothing everything within him; as he knew, he was witnessing something rare. Someone he had provoked. He liked it. He liked it far more than he could ever admit. He sighed again, preparing himself for the discomfort of those ridiculously small injuries when Raum aimed again for his palm. 

“For a four-eyed man, he truly hasn’t seen it coming.” Gabriele answered, the corner of his lips curling into a vicious and petty smile. It was true that he had a nasty right punch, and despite the current pain, he was proud of himself for that perfect delivery. But perhaps he was thriving because Raum seemed to enjoy it as well. 

The bodyguard’s eyes darkened, while eventually the tweezers were put aside, and his hand scanned under the cold blue retina of the blond. He could almost feel his breath skimming his epidermis, provoking a few goosebumps here and there, but mostly onto Gabriele’s forearm. It was potentially more painful than before, as he imagined many scenarios all at once, burning his iris with forbidden fantasies. That kid… Always playing with fire. Always provoking what shouldn’t be. 

“Raum…” Gabriele warned, when, like the petty boy he was, he couldn’t help but push the game further, his tongue darting out to taste the forbidden bloody nectar of his skin. It was Gabriele’s role to remain responsible and focused, trying to push out of his mind those desires where that little attitude would only result in a pair of pants pushed down his legs and his pristine skin blushing under a different kind of fire. 

It pissed him off. 

Those eyes locked on him. That smile. 

If they were equals, it would be so different. 

“Stop that.” Gabriele snapped his fingers away, shaking his fingers as if he had been stung back something unwanted. He coldly looked at Raum, even if his mind was burning with an awful passion that was almost impossible to refrain from. He eventually grabbed the bottle of antiseptic onto the table and poured the entire liquid over his wounds.

It hurt like a bitch. But it was a salvation.

“Mamma mia, non posso credere che tu pulisca ferite del genere.” Gabriele pushed his hair back onto his skull and stood back up, taking this perfect opportunity to fly away before the situation might escalate into something where he knew there wouldn’t be any kind of control coming from his side.

[distopea]

Despite the gun being in silent mode, there was still a ring on his head the moment he had hit the floor. A sudden rush of adrenaline crawled through all his limbs, his brain sending wrong messages. It always happened too fast with guns. Fast enough to trigger something that wasn’t there, and sensations that weren’t real. Gabriele was breathless and silent, his eyes widened for a few seconds as he couldn’t tell if he was the one who had gotten shot or someone else. His whole mind was processing something that had happened too fast, and yet he was perfectly aware he couldn’t remain in such a position either. A huff, quiet and broken, while he felt cold and entirely pressed down onto the person who had received the deadly dart. 

He barely heard the ruffle of clothes on his side, but it was enough to drag him away from that second state. He blinked and looked aside, the shape of a very worried Raum finally appearing in the middle of this void. Protection. Safety. Gabriele breathed again while he moved his head to observe the lack of life in his victim’s eyes. The bodyguard was more in pain due to the fight and his fall rather than anything else, his chest and the bottom part of his face covered by the leaking blood of his enemy. He tried to get up, but he felt unbalanced and still shocked, hurried by the concerned voice of his client. 

“Porca puttana…,” He cursed while he eventually managed to yank himself a bit straighter. He could tell from the pain that he had probably broken a few ribs in the fight, but there was no hot wound indicating he was losing blood. He turned his face around, his attention far more concerned about the man who was standing by his side, as he still tried to get back on his feet. But the moment was quick and Gabriele only saw Raum suddenly rushing down and violently stabbing the man right into his throat, a profound guttural sound escaping his lips with the gurgling of fresh blood. Alive? Gabriele’s instincts worked fast enough for him to stand up despite the pain. 

They had no time anymore. 

“Yes… Yes I can walk.” He said while he grabbed the walkie-talkie of the dead attacker and smashed it on the ground. There would be people to look after their missing soldier anyway, and they better bought themselves some time by putting the whole scene in full silence. He grunted and grabbed the gun, just checking that there were enough amos if they had to defend themselves, quickly shoving behind him, trapped by his belt. He stared at the man and then back at Raum.

“The knife, cucciolo... Don’t leave it here.” He said while he decided to make more of a mess around here in order to protect Raum from a potential mistake, grabbing the handle back to slash it away from his neck, the blood pouring from the hound almost splashing the furniture. At least, it would be far more difficult to find any prints like this, and more importantly, it was a way to be sure of the absolute death of this person as well. 

“Come.” He said with a quiet tone, grabbing his wrist until they reached the door. A quick glance was thrown into the corridor; empty. Gabriele observed Raum with a strange mix of adrenaline and concern, before he pulled on his arm again. “If you see someone, hide your face and rush to the car without me. Take the keys.” He resisted the urge to touch his face as if he was tempted by an invisible hand to do so.

“I’m your bodyguard. I’m protecting you. You leave me behind the moment I can’t do it anymore. Okay?” And whether Raum would approve it or not, Gabriele thought they had no time anymore; he started to guide him out of the room. 

The tension was unbearable for those scant few seconds that it took for the door to open. Raum was readying himself, hoping to take the man down silently when he came inside. His position was low, but it was a perfect position to immobilise him when he came inside, and perhaps Gabriele could take care of the rest — silencing him. Yet as soon as the door opened, chaos erupted and his plan fell apart — instead, Gabriele swiftly taking violent control of the situation. It happened far too quickly, and suddenly Raum found himself pushed back with the weight of the bodyguard’s leg, knocking him off-balance until he collapsed onto his rear.

“Damn it,” he whispered, picking himself back up while the struggle broke out before him. Metal glinted under the overhead lamp and Raum’s eyes widened slightly in recognition. Shit, that guy was armed. It meant he wasn’t just a random office worker or a night guard, and everything was suddenly far more dangerous than he had anticipated.

Still, the man was hardly a match for the precise savagery that Gabriele was capable of. Even Raum was surprised by how fast he knew how to act — where to attack and where to defend, and his defences were totally focused on Raum. So much so, that despite how he tried to come forward and step in ( Raum was simply unable to just stand there and do nothing, after all, ) and despite if he got a good few hits in or not, Gabriele pushed him back out of harms way every time.

The walkie talkie slid across the floor towards him and Raum picked it up, quickly making sure the channel wasn’t open before he would toss it out of the way. It would be bad news for them to suddenly have reinforcements coming; especially with the fight this one was putting up.

He only looked away for a second — but it was enough to miss it; an unmistakable noise, the usual loud boom of a gunshot silenced to that of a whipcrack. A sudden wetness hitting his turned cheek caused Raum to flinch instinctively. Warm — it was blood. And then, the deep thudding sound of two bodies hitting the cheap wooden floor.

Raum whirled around to the scene. The intruder was flat on his back, Gabriele slumped over him, and Raum’s eyes widened, a sudden panic gripping like ice in his veins. He dropped the walkie talkie to the ground, the small knife still clasped in his other hand while he rushed over.

Thinking quickly; he knelt down, pressing the edge of the knife against the stranger’s neck while he was supine. He was staring down at the other man’s frozen face, but truly his attention was all for the bodyguard, who seemed shift with a bit of a pained sound. His free hand grasped onto Gabriele’s shoulder, squeezing hard, dragging him up.

“Vasco— you better fucking get up,” he hissed. Blood was already starting to pool on the floor, and he was unsure who it belonged to. But he had to stay calm. No matter what, they needed to leave — especially if Gabriele was the one hurt. Seconds passed before the man on the ground suddenly moved, perhaps the last fight of a man who knew his doom was coming; and Raum didn’t hesitate, just pushed the weight of his palm against the blade to sink the edge deeply into his throat.

“Now.” He growled. He let go of the knife, leaving it embedded in the man’s neck to use both hands this time and physically pull Gabriele. The walkie-talkie was making noise on the ground, perhaps someone asking for a routine update. Fuck. If he didn't respond they would come to check.

“They will find him. And shortly after, us. We need to get out of here.” Then, a little more hesitantly, almost as if he was apprehensive for the answer, he asked: “You can stand, right?”

[distopea]

"Mmmh... No. Not good." He said with his heavy Italian accent, while he stood behind the person they have asked for a photo in front of this gorgeous landscape. He couldn't help it; he didn't like bad photographies. "You're not catching the light the right way... Let me..."

He grabbed the phone and eyed his model, waiting for them to pose properly.

[distopea]

I'm trying to get to things but I have this policeman in my head these days.

[distopea]

He sighed. For a man of his age, it was quite ridiculous to think about her like this.

/ @royaletiquette

[distopea]

Gabriele -

I hate that I sometimes see your face when I close my eyes. You've become such a comfortable necessity in my home. The help you provide is different than everyone else's. I don't know how I feel so free of judgment when we talk, like you truly understand me. How much from a third party do you know of me? How terrible I am to go after your body so often as if your mind is nothing. But I feel like I'm someone else in your bed. I don't have to be me and it's so uniquely freeing to be anyone else for that time. Are you fucking me out of pitty. Do you imagine I'm someone specific? I always forget the difference in your hands having more calluses than his. Your body feels indescribable when I get to see it in full. There are some days I wish I could watch you shower. Lay in front of a fireplace and gawk at you like a painting. Run my fingers over the finer details. I want to make your body sweat. See your eyes desperate as you whisper my name in that soothing voice of yours.

[The disorganized note is left unsigned. Shoved between pages of a book - it was not meant to be delivered.]

@royaletiquette

“Che palle…” 

Where the heck was that document?! He had tried to figure out what Rhodri meant when he demanded Gabriele to quickly find a note he had left inside his office, disappearing inside another room before he could have asked any questions. He wasn’t sure about the location, but it was crucial for his next meeting. Gabriele had no idea of what he wanted exactly, and he felt his blood rushing through his veins. For fuck’s sake… He was a bodyguard, not a damn secretary! 

After a moment, and while he couldn’t find anything matching his research on Rhodri’s desk, Gabriele started to look around and in strange places. He looked around the fireplace, scanned every drawer, until he put his attention onto the large shelves of the library. If there was something hidden somewhere, it could be there after all… He patted the top of the books, then, out of frustration, he started to pick them out and searched directly inside. He skimmed through the pages as fast as he could until one piece of paper eventually fell from one of the publications. 

“About time…” Gabriele growled while he bent down to pick up a quite small piece of information, his brown eyes scanning the document the moment he straightened himself back up. It was poorly written, but he couldn’t recognize Rhodri’s handwriting either. Gabriele frowned when he eventually noticed that his name was plastered at the top of the note. “Che diavolo è quello?” He murmured in Italian, while he started to read. 

It was Hibiko's writing… 

What the fuck?

Gabriele understood that he had found a little secret of his mistress that he shouldn’t have in the first place. He completely forgot the fact that he was in a rush, and that her husband was probably running out of patience. He read it once, twice, amused by the energy he sensed through her harsh and rushed writing, her emotions leaking out of the document and the words she had used. She was probably pissed off when she had put all those thoughts down, taking an even bigger risk by hiding them inside her husband’s office instead of burning it. 

“What a fussy gato…” Gabriele chuckled, his thumb skimming a few words. Was he fucking her out of pity? His attention remained on the crossed line. At first, he thought it was the case, but in the end, he also liked who she was very much. It was a truth he couldn’t reveal, because it meant that he was putting her whole life in danger. He couldn’t let feelings bloom out of their forbidden passion and he perfectly knew that. Hibiko was just bored, and he was just weak. 

“Vasco!” He heard Rhodri stomping in the direction of his office. Gabriele quickly shoved the note back where he had found it and placed the book back onto its shelf, her secret forever protected. If he would talk to her about the danger of keeping that note around, well, he would have to figure it out later. He rushed back to Rhodri’s desk, pretending he was still scanning the drawers. “Nothing?” Rhodri asked impatiently while he opened the door. Gabriele shook his head. 

“No, nothing Sir.” He wasn’t bothered by his lack of success anymore; while he looked at Rhodri, he knew that tonight he would probably go fuck his wife behind his back. “Ah, forget it. We have to move downtown. Prepare the car, and wait for me outside.” Gabriele nodded, and walked out of the room, following Rhodri’s steps. 

He wondered if Hibiko would like to come from his tongue while fucking her in the shower.