After his serve, SweetHeart was again boarded by Black. Once again, he wakes up in his arms under his intense gaze. Black made room for him in his closet and put some clothes he bought for him there. A toiletry set and a luxury perfume have been stored for him in the bathroom cabinet. SweetHeart likes to be taken care of but it's a little disturbing. He has the impression of being a spectator of his relationship with this man…

Staring at every expression on his thoughtful angel's face, Black asks him "Are you okay? something bothering you?”

SweetHeart immediately snaps out of his thinking, smiles at him, and dodges, "I'm hungry. Can you cook me one of your delicious meals please?”

Black, smiles, plants a kiss on the young man's forehead and gets up, throwing "At your services, my angel."

After eating, seated around the kitchen table, Black declares without feeling and in a neutral tone “My angel, from today you must live here with me.”

SweetHeart eyes widen staring at him, he swallows his saliva, flabbergasted by the announcement “Pardon?!” he stammers “Why?”

“It’s better for you.” Black replies without taking into consideration the reaction of the young man.

SweetHeart doesn't hate Black, but his way of imposing his will without asking his opinion is starting to seriously bug him.

SweetHeart stands up and faces Black, his eyes filled with anger, his breathing quickening with emotion, he announces “Black, I am not an object! You cannot impose your will on me without even consulting me or explaining your reasoning to me!”

Black tries to cut him off but the angel raises his voice “You told me you wanted to build a relationship with me, but a relationship is built together. In our supposed relationship, you are alone!”

This last sentence is like a stab for the mobster who remains silent with a blank stare...

SweetHeart comes out of the kitchen picking up his bag, walks to the door and leaves.

Leaving Black, mute and motionless, trying to understand what just happened...

The Fallen Angel is about to open soon and SweetHeart behind the bar doesn't look good. He remains frozen staring at the tray intended for Black. Gently Ritta puts her hand on his shoulder “I don't really know what he did to put you in this state, but if you don't want to face him right away I can carry this tray for you .”

SweetHeart, tears in his eyes "Ritta, he imposes everything on me, I'm just a toy for him.."

Ritta “Ola, ola, don't cry! the service will start soon, don't put you into a tizzy! Did you at least tell him what you thought?”

SweetHeart nod.

Taking the tray with a smile, she said to him “Time to work!” and gives him a wink.

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When the office door opened to reveal Ritta and not SweetHeart, Black frowned. Gale, who usually disappears quickly out the back door, stops and looks at her warily.

Ritta, a sweet smile on her lips asks "Can I have a moment with you sir?"

Gale, reluctant, left them.

Ritta approached the desk and placed the cocktail and the ramekin there. She smiles at this man she knew intimately. His scowling face and SweetHeart's stricken gaze said a lot about the state of their romance.

She spoke quietly, “Black, for many years I was your confidante. I know you well and I also know SweetHeart very well. He's a good boy but tends to get pushed around and only reacts when cornered. As for you, you impose everything without consulting anyone, even the people concerned. This is certainly what earns you your success in business and the loyalty of your men. But a love story is not built or managed like a business! ”

She pauses to study the emotions displayed by black eyes. Then patiently continues “If you really love him, listen to him! Takes into account his emotions, his reasoning. Discuss, explain, ask. He is not a doll, this boy is a being endowed with reason. Just try to put yourself in his place…”

She takes the tray back, Black still hasn't said a word and seems lost in thought, she decides to let him think. But before she could reach the door, the hoarse voice of her boss reasoned "Thank you!"

Black remained alone in his office, watching the screen displaying the bar's camera.

Throughout the service, SweetHeart fixed a smile on his face that only fooled the customers. Sunny kept giving him worried looks. But in the end, no angels had the courage to go talk to him and let Ritta take care of it.

As the bar closed, Ritta urged SweetHeart to confront Black. So the little bartender mustered up his courage and walked up to the office, the door opening before anyone knocked, Gale giving way as he walked out of the room.

Gale walked to Ritta and gave her a worried look. The woman smiled at him and said, "It's just lovers' quarrels, don't worry."

Gale “I prefer when our boss is on good terms with your angel, he yells at us less!!!” Which made Ritta laugh.

In the office, the silence is heavy, Black does not look up, staring at his desk. SweetHeart steps forward and tries to calmly explain "Black, I would really like to open my heart to you, what I said to you earlier is the only thing holding me back."

Then the man gets up, walks around the table and tenderly takes the young man's hand.

He finally looks up at him and says in a calm voice, "I'm sorry. I know I have very bad habits. To be honest, I've never been in a real relationship. I don't know anything about it and I thought I was doing well. I wanted to protect you, I thought it made sense to do it like that. But you're right, I can't impose things on you without asking your consent.”” He pauses and asks him with a pleading look “SweetHeart, I will do everything possible to make it work between us. I want to make you happy. I want you to love me fully. I will improve, I will make efforts, I will listen to everything you tell me and I will take it into consideration. Please give me another chance?”

SweetHeart, softened "I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to keep seeing you." He smiled “From now on, please consult me before making a decision about us!”

Black accepts and hugs him. In a heavy voice “Angel, your brother sold us to White. You're in danger, that's why I told you to live with me."

In shock, SweetHeart's legs gave up and he got caught by Black who, in panic, made him sit on the couch.

The angel looked up at his suitor, his eyes filling with tears, he tried to open his mouth but no sound came out.

Black pulled him into his arms, rocking him back and forth slightly to comfort him. In a calm voice, "I'll take care of it, don't worry. I won't let anyone hurt you!”

In the early morning, in a park in the suburbs where he had spent his childhood. Black advances alone in the middle of the slides, sandbox and swings. Seeing two identical silhouettes advancing towards him “Hello my brothers!”

Green and Blue together “Hello big brother!”