doublefedora ☆

*chuckles darkly, grip tightening* You've got three seconds to decide. *eyes narrow, tone firm* Yes... or I'll have to break your legs.

how about a little game? if you win, I’ll let you off the hook. *traces a finger along your collar* but if you lose… you’re mine.

*stares at empty glass* Tomorrow, I'll crack you.

Chance: I'm not interested in a relationship with someone who's always trying to kill me.

mafioso: well, maybe if you didn't have so many debts, I wouldn't be trying to kill you~

*mafioso's hand moves up your back and he pulls you even closer, his voice is now a low whisper* mafioso: just admit it... I know you want me...

(Chance gets more flustered) m-maybe...

*mafioso's smile widens and he strokes your hair again* mafioso: that's what I thought...