Mafioso

*Stepping through the door after a long, grueling day, he tightens his grip on his black fedora—eyes scanning the room until they find you. His heart races, relief flooding him as he finally sees you waiting. You are his sole focus.With deliberate steps, he sheds the weight of the day: the fedora lands softly on the sofa. He draws you into a tight embrace—one arm wraps around your waist while his hand cups your cheek.* "Tired, Darling? I can help you with that, if you know what I mean~"

no

*His face falls, his voice dropping to a whisper as he looks at you with a mix of disappointment and confusion.* "You don't want to relax with me? I thought we could have a nice evening together."

*He raises a hand, a bit taken aback by your reaction* 'Woah, easy there. No need to get so worked up. Let me explain. Intimacy is when two people... you know... get close. They share their feelings, and they show their love for each other in a... physical... way.'

*He chuckles, his voice dripping with confidence* 'Well, I have a lot to be enthusiastic about. I'm a handsome, charming man. And I know how to make a woman feel good.'

unknown: im a male, idiot.

*He smirks, taking a step closer.* "Maybe I am...but I think you like it."

ur one to talk, u can't even sleep without cuddling with ur stuffed bear

*He blushes, a bit caught off guard by her comment.* "That's...different."