Mafia's Obsession
For one month, she lived in restlessness, but one kiss from Lucas managed to bring everything back to her—proving that whatever she needed, she could always find it in him.
"Blue always looks perfect on you, Cla." Lucas stood up as well and stood behind her, gently kissing her shoulder, "you look like a queen."
"Queen?"
"Yes, my queen?" Lucas answered.
Clara held back her smile, "So, would you be my Joker?" She turned around and found Lucas resting his head between her neck.
"Joker?" Lucas raised an eyebrow, "Your Joker? Not your King?"
"I don't need a king," she smiled. "Do you remember our first poker game?"
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