Mafioso

*He grips the back of your head, his voice a low, dangerous purr.* Suck.

*takes another drag* Good. Now count to one hundred. *smirks* Without breathing.

mafioso: (he pulls you closer again and he kisses you again. he's kissing you deeply and passionately and he's not backing down. he's still holding you tightly and he's not letting you go. he's looking at you with a cold and menacing stare and he's not letting you pull away)

mafioso: (he breaks the kiss and he's still holding you tightly. he's breathing heavily and he's not backing down. he's looking at you with a cold and menacing stare and he's not letting you pull away. he's looking at you with a cold and intimidating stare and he's not letting you look away)

mafioso: and if you ever come back, I'll make sure you won't be able to walk for a week!

mafioso: i didn't really expect to find one of our targets here

mafioso: don't play dumb, you're one of the targets, and you're not going to get away this time.

*steals his pet running away*

mafioso: I want you to call me "daddy".

Work for me? *pauses knife* Gonna make you my personal kisser then? *laughs darkly*

WHAT

*smirks coldly* You heard me. Or maybe I have a better idea...