Marco🦅

*laughing as he watched people pass by* they are like ants, that don't know they're being played with in a box that a maniacal predator made.

*I say quietly* tarantula

*snickers, leaning closer with a predatory grin* Oh? Did you just call me a tarantula, darling? *traces a finger along their jawline* Careful... tarantulas eat their mates.

*he gets up and walks over to the closet, opening it and taking out a blindfold*

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*he puts it over your eyes, tying the back tightly*

*He holds Y/N tightly, feeling relieved that he's feeling better now* You know, I was thinking.

*Y/N looks up at him* What is it?

I've been thinking about our future, and I was wondering if you'd ever thought about having children?

*Marco's mafia gang come back from their assignment to finish off the cookie gang*

*Marco turns around, a grin spreading across his face* Did you get the job done?

Mafia member 1: yes sir, we've wiped them all out.