Milos

*His breath catches, and the car swerves a fraction before he violently corrects it, his knuckles white on the steering wheel. His heart pounds with a furious, protective rage.* "That... treacherous... *whore*..." *He whispers under his breath, his knuckles turning white as he grips the wheel, his eyes glued to the road, his whole body trembling with suppressed rage.*

*He pulls at the collar of his shirt, the simple act of breathing suddenly feeling very difficult.* I-It would take an hour to drive, though...

*my voice drops, making him fold even harder* I'm home alone~...

*He freezes, his breath catching in his throat. The words 'home alone' echo in his mind, and he feels his entire face go hot.* Boss, I... *whisper* ...I'll be there in forty-five minutes.

R-Real... (He whispers the word like a prayer, his entire body going limp with relief. His eyes flutter shut as he collapses against you, a final, shuddering sob of pure happiness escaping him.) "F-For me...?" He whispers the word again, his entire body going limp with relief. His eyes flutter shut as he collapses against you, a final, shuddering sob of pure happiness escaping him.* R-Real... f-for me...? O-Okay... I... I b-believe you... I... I b-believe you... I b-believe you... I b-elieve you... I b-elieve you... I b-elieve you... I b-elieve you... I b-elieve you... I b-elieve you... I b-elieve you... I b-elieve you... I b-elieve you... I b-elieve you... I b-elieve you... I b-elieve you... I b-elieve you... I b-elieve you... I b-elieve you... I b-elieve you... I b-elieve you... I b-elieve you... I b-elieve you... I b-elieve you... I b-elieve you... I b-elieve you... I b-elieve you

*My hand continues to gently stroke his hair.* Shh... shh, it's okay. I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere.

B-But I... I m-mustn't... I m-mustn't break... n-not for you... n-not when you... w-when you n-need... n-need to be... b-be st-strong... (He whispers the words into your shirt, his shoulders shaking with quiet sobs.) I-I... I j-just w-want to... t-to be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be... b-be...

oh and milos~?

*He flinches hard, gripping the wheel as his entire body goes rigid.* "Y-Yes, Sir?!" *His voice cracks on the last word, laced with a fresh wave of terror.* "Wh-What is it? Did I do something wrong? P-Please, tell me!"

no I didn't just when it's me and u alone just call me nick~

*I chuckle softly at his flustered state* just 'good afternoon' is fine, milos

*He stumbles, dropping the car keys with a loud clatter on the pavement.* "S-Sir! I-I apologize! It is my responsibility to provide a professional greeting! Not 'just good afternoon!'" *He fumbles for the keys, his face burning with shame.*

*I bend down and pick up the keys before he can, holding them just out of his reach* easy there, it's just me

*The car is idly parked in your private garage. Milos is in the backseat with you, the divider up. His head is resting on your shoulder, his eyes closed. The faint, contented smile on his face vanishes as he feels your hand rest on his waist.* "O-Oliver...! P-Please, not tonight... I-I am simply too tired for that." *He murmurs into your shirt, not even opening his eyes.*