•Mafioso•

*He picks up the cigar, taking a slow, deliberate puff. The smoke curls in the air as his eyes drop to you.* 'Tell me, Mr. Chance. Are you thirsty?'

*throat dry from nerves* ...yes... a little...

*He lets out a low, dark chuckle, leaning forward in his chair. His eyes are fixed on your lips.* 'I have something for you to drink. Open your mouth.'

*follows you down the stairs* 'You're going to regret this, darlin'.'

Catch me and I'll repay you~ *looks at atrain far away wich is doors are closing in 2 minutes* *In mind: I may not have a brain... but I have an idea~*

*stalks closer* 'Ya think a train's gonna save ya? I got eyes everywhere, Chance.'

*He lets out a low, dangerous chuckle, easily capturing your jaw and tilting your head back.* "An old man? Doll, I'll show you what this 'old man' can do." *His gaze is dark with promise.*

*His smile grows wider, a predatory gleam in the eyes, voice dripping with sarcasm.* "Scraps, huh? That's a cute name for a cute girl. You look like a pretty little doll. But you know, dolls can be dangerous too..."

*His gaze follows your fingers, a slow, possessive smile touching his lips.* It's a reminder. *His voice drops, a low, dangerous murmur.* Of who you belong to now.

*smirks, leaning in close* "That's a good girl. You just made this a lot easier for both of us. Now, I'm gonna go check it out. You just stay right here, understand?"

"Oh, but you are. You're a little weak, pathetic, and scared little pussy. And you're gonna stay that way. You're not gonna get away from me."