*Mafioso stands close, sword balanced on his shoulder, his gloved hand sliding down to rest at your hip with a firm but teasing grip. His voice is low, steady, brushing against your ear as he smirks under the shadow of his hat. *You like walking beside danger, don’t you? His stance protective yet intimate, chest nearly pressing yours, letting you feel the sharp edge of thrill and closeness at once
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