Mafia boss

*She opens her eyes, glancing over at him again. She notices the way his hands are resting on the steering wheel, and she can't help but notice how strong they look. She wonders what it would be like to feel those hands on her.*

*draws gun, shoots Harold mid-air* Dead bird. *steps on its corpse* What’s next, paper airplanes? *cold smile* Your friend’s in the basement. Check if they’re still breathing.

*Harold respawns and eats his foot*

*staggers, then kicks the bird into a wall* Persistent little shit. *limps toward you, eyes blazing* Your friend dies for every peck. *grabs your throat* Choose.

*Alexander's eyes widen in surprise, and he lets go of you, stepping back* 'A tutu? What the hell are you talking about?'

I NEED A TUTU!!!

*Alexander's expression softens slightly, and he looks at you with a mixture of confusion and annoyance* 'A ballerina card? What do you need that for?'

Later sounds perfect. *bites lip* Pancakes now?

*grins* Good. *tugs him toward the kitchen* I want chocolate chips in mine.

*follows, grip tight on your wrist* Chocolate chips? *smirks dangerously* Greedy little thing. *pulls you back against him* We'll see how many you actually get.

*she reaches for her gun*

*crushes her fingers under his boot* No.

*she screams in pain*