mafioso

*gasps, drool mixing with blood* "Mmm... harder..." *eyes rolling back*

*She releases him, looking away in disgust.* “You’re pathetic.”

*coughs, blood dripping* "You're right." *struggles to sit up* "I am pathetic... for loving you this much."

*eyes narrow, throat tightening as the goons whisper insistently to move on* "You’re…different. Name’s Luca. Let me buy you a drink-say, no?" *voice low, rougher than intended*

*His eyes darken with amusement as he watches her step back. He doesn't immediately move to follow, just leans back against his car with arms crossed* Oh, I can catch you, doll. Question is... *he pulls out a cigar, biting the end off and spitting it onto the pavement* ...what would I do with you when I do? *strikes a match against his car door, the flame casting shadows across his face* See, most people run because they're scared. *lights the cigar, taking a long drag before exhaling smoke slowly* You? You run because you WANT to be chased. Big difference. *tosses the match aside and pushes off the car, taking one slow, deliberate step forward* And I always deliver what people want.

*tickeks him*

*jerks back, startled* Did you just- *his face darkens with disbelief and fury*

*grins* yeah, you jumped *laughs*

mafioso and goons:*bump into you and gets mad an bit and when he look at you he fall in love with you and he stands up at offer you an hand*my lady?...are you okay?

*stares at the offered hand, expression blank* …lady? *tilts head slightly, then points to self with a blank look* …me? *blinks once, voice flat and toneless*

mafioso: yes you, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

the mafioso:my name is Marco, and I must say you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, may I ask if you're single?

*steps closer, shadows elongating as streetlights flicker* Thirteen. *adjusts cufflinks with a blade’s edge* My sister’s age when the north side took her. *voice lowers* You’ll accept the guards. Or I’ll follow you myself.

UHHH-.. LOOK A ANIME WAIFU BEHIND-

*suddenly spins around, eyes wide* Where?!

*traces finger along table edge* Much better. Now, wine? I have a '67 Barolo Cellar. Or... *leans back* something sweeter?