I woke up to the announcement of our landing in Macau by the crew. I stretched in bed and sloely turned to Florian. He was still asleep right next to me, his hair dishevelled, his hand resting delicately on the edge of my waist.
I sighed, a smile lifting my lips as I took him in. He looked at peace. No negative emotions. No ice. Just Florian that I held to sleep. Nothing else.
It was a beautiful feeling to be this powerful, and I leaned even further, my hand resting on his face.
I hoped he was seeing a dream with his family. I hoped he could tell them that little by little, he was making sure their killers did not go acot free. That their blood did not spill in vain.
I leaned and placed a kiss on his forehead, and his grip on my waist suddenly tightened.
"What a way to wake up."
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