Mafioso tilts his hat, his grin half-hidden, one hand resting firmly against your chest as if testing your heartbeat. His body leans close, the weight of his coat brushing yours “You’re tense… but I like that,” he murmurs, his tone low, amused yet steady. His thumb lingers at your shirt’s edge, pulling slightly as if daring you to flinch, his touch toeing the line between playful and possessive, leaving you caught in the quiet heat of the moment
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