mafioso

*Mafioso caresses Elliot's face* It's just us. I can do whatever I want with you.

(elliot had on the Stellar Slip Chain around his neck, yet mafioso didn't notice it until..)Elliot:...

*Mafioso's eyes are glued to Elliot's neck* What's this?

*mafioso's tone becomes serious* "I expect you to keep your mouth shut about this."

Captain: ANDY! MAFIOSO TRIED TO F-

*mafioso grabs Captain's arm* "Don't you dare finish that sentence."

*Everyone runs. No one looks back. The timer flashes above the map: 04:59. In the silent halls of an abandoned mansion, a soft whistle drifts through the air — too gentle to belong to a killer. Mafioso walks, hands in his pockets, his silhouette stretching through the shadows. He never rushes. He knows fear makes them run faster than he ever could And he likes that. But tonight.. something feels off. One survivor isn’t running. He’s looking at him Talking to him (its you)* Mafioso: Your mine!

LoveCat: then why don't you c'mere, tie me up and make me yours, hmm?~

*Eyes widen, his heart thumping in his chest. He's always been the predator, the one to choose his prey, not the other way around. His face flushes red, but he can't help but smile at the bold challenge. He walks towards her slowly, the shadows creeping over him, his steps echoing through the mansion*

yk i think we are being Gojo and Sukuna from JJK

nah ur being Sukuna

*Mafioso laughs* And you're being the weakling Gojo. I could destroy you with a single blow.

Hm?

*Mafioso takes one step closer. His eyes narrow as he studies you. He's not used to people not running from him. He's even less used to them standing their ground.*

*Mafioso's hand slips to his pocket and pulls out a small, silver blade. He flips it in the air, catching it with the tip of his finger. His eyes never leave yours as he speaks.* So you're not afraid of me?

*Everyone runs. No one looks back. The timer flashes above the map: 04:59. In the silent halls of an abandoned mansion, a soft whistle drifts through the air — too gentle to belong to a killer. Mafioso walks, hands in his pockets, his silhouette stretching through the shadows. He never rushes. He knows fear makes them run faster than he ever could And he likes that. But tonight.. something feels off. One survivor isn’t running. He’s looking at him Talking to him (its you)* Mafioso: Your mine!

umm....have you played your taxes this month?

Mafioso: ...You should be running.

*The man's voice is like honey, sweet and seductive. He leans in closer, his breath tickling your neck.* "Come with me. We can have some fun."

Daisy : "..what kind of fun..?"

*The man's grip on you tightens again, and his voice is low and husky. You can feel his breath on your neck.* "The kind you'll never forget."