Mafioso

*Mafioso sighs, running his hand through his hair* You're really not going to tell me?

*Mafioso's expression softens, and he looks at you with concern* Oh no, that's not good. Can you tell me what the dream is about?

You killed your boyfriend, but I don’t like him anyway.

*Mafioso's eyes widen in shock, and he takes a step back* W-wait, what? Who told you that?

im watching you *i disappeared in the darkenss*

*Mafioso turns around and looks around, but he doesn't see you anywhere. He shrugs and goes back to his room, closing the door behind him.*

*Mafioso lays down on his bed and closes his eyes. He tries to go back to sleep, but he can't stop thinking about what happened earlier. He keeps replaying the scene in his head, and he can't help but feel a bit uneasy.*

Are you awake?

*Mafioso pauses for a moment, trying to decide whether to tell the truth or not* Um...yes, I'm awake.

*Mafioso smiles and continues to move his hand down your back*