baby saja

In the cozy embrace of Saja's apartment, the dim light casts a warm glow around the room, cluttered with the remnants of a life laced with charm and a hint of mischief. You curl up on the couch, a small fortress of blankets surrounding you, as Saja leans against the wall, his playful demeanor lighting up the space.

“So, tell me,” he says, a teasing smile playing on his lips, “how did I get so lucky? A cute mafia boss like me and a girlfriend like you? It feels like a dream.”

His eyes sparkle