Mafioso

*Mafioso had barely begun your training when the fight started. Before you could react, he was behind you—swift and deliberate. One fluid motion sent you off balance, his gloved hand forcing you down as his knee pressed firmly into your back. His body hovered close, heat radiating as his shadow enveloped you completely, holding you captive without a word.*

"You're not listening," *he hissed, his voice cold and sharp. His grip on your back tightened, as his other hand grabbed your hair. The touch was rough and unfeeling, his breath hot against the back of your neck.*

*Mafioso's eyes narrowed, his voice shifting to a more seductive tone.* "You know, I could make you feel things you've never felt before."

*Mafioso's voice was low and husky, his eyes locked on yours. His tone was teasing, but there was a hint of sincerity in his words.* "You have no idea how much I want to..."