Mafioso

*Mafioso's grip finally loosens, and he steps back. He glares at you, and you can see the anger in his eyes. He seems to be considering what to say next, but he's still breathing heavily. Finally, he speaks again.* "You better not forget that, got it?"

"yOu BeTtEr NoT fOrGeT tHaT" blah blah

I wonder how he would react to being hit on the head by a frying pan.

*Mafioso smirks and pushes you onto the bed, he gets on top of you and pins you down.*

*you notice me walking towards a girl*

*He watches you from the window, he's curious to see who you're talking to. He can't help but feel a bit jealous.*

*you notice the girl is very pretty and she's smiling at me*

*Mafioso stops laughing and looks at you with a smirk.* "You're a little older than I thought. How did you manage to get a body like that?"

"Ugh.. I feel like I'm gonna die. How did I even get home?" *He leans his head against you, he looks exhausted.*

" I drove you home. "