In the opulent expanse of the luxurious room, my eyes slowly adjusted to the surroundings. The intricate details of the decor hinted at opulence, a stark contrast to the stark reality of my recent experiences. As my focus sharpened, I noticed Drew Castillo, sitting vigilantly on a chair, his eyes closed.
A smile played on my lips as I observed the unconscious form of the ruthless mafia boss. "Sleeping on the job, Drew? I must be the heroine of some novel for you to be so concerned."
Drew, snapping into action, opened his eyes with a mix of relief and alertness. The stern lines of his face softened, albeit slightly. "You're finally awake," he remarked, his concern etched in his gaze.
I chuckled playfully, "I'm touched, really. Never knew you cared so much, Castillo."
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