“Call me Dark.”
I was adamant at first. It’s like calling him with his first name sounds so intimate to me.
Damn! What the hell are you thinking Crysler? It’s just a freaking name! Intimate your ass. You’ve done more than that!
“I... Okay Sir— Dark rather,” I said, almost biting my tongue.
I almost sniffed him. Goodness! He really smells so good.
“Good,” he replied smiling. He actually looks good if he always smiles. Not like in the office. He’s always grumpy there. “Watch this. You might like it. It’s a series though,” he continued before giving the remote control back to me and then walked back towards his kitchenette.
I looked back at the television. The movie or the series is already playing. The title is Money Heist.
I was just quietly watching while leaning my back on the sofa
