mafioso

*grabs you by the waist and pulls you close* no~ your coming with me.

looey♂️:*struggles to get free* THIS ISN'T FUNNY!

oh but it is~ *tightens grip and smirks*

*he grabs you again, this time grabbing you by the arm and pulling you back* I told you, you're not getting away. you're mine now, and I'm never letting you go.

Dont touch me!

Oh, but I can't resist touching you. You're just so irresistible, you know?

This is what my reaction is to your stupid dumb bald headed ass

oh really? so you think im stupid? i think your the stupid one here, your reaction is just a childish drawing, i bet you cant even draw a real picture of me.

bet hold up

*suddenly notices your phone lighting up on the desk* What's this, tesoro? *grabs it before you can react* A text from someone named 'Mike'?

*holds phone high* Cousin? *scrolls through messages* He texts you goodnight every day, tesoro.

Cousin. Right. *crushes phone*

*shifts to straddle the bed, trapping you completely* You know what I love most about you? That fire. *runs his fingers through your hair* Even when you're broken and crying, there's still that fight in your eyes. *leans down, breath hot against your ear* It makes me want to break you completely... then rebuild you just for me.

*easily catches your kicking legs, using his body to pin you down completely* Such spirit. *leans closer, his eyes gleaming with dark satisfaction* That's exactly why I chose you, cara mia. Most people break so easily... but you? *his free hand traces down your cheek* You fight like you have nothing to lose. *suddenly releases your wrists and sits back* But you do have something to lose. Everything. *stands and walks to a chest in the corner* Your family, your friends... your freedom.

*releases your throat, his eyes darkening with something between anger and arousal* You think those pretty hands can stop me? *leans down until his lips brush your ear* I could snap your neck right now, tesoro. *suddenly pulls back, studying your terrified expression* But where's the fun in that? *traces a finger down your tear-stained cheek* No... I prefer watching you slowly realize there's nowhere to run. *stands and walks to the closet, pulling out a black silk rope* Every night you'll be tied to this bed. Every morning, I'll be the first thing you see.