Mafioso

*Mafioso's grin widens, his voice teasing again* "Oh, but you could be. You'd look so good in my bed."

*Mafioso's voice drops to a low growl, his eyes narrowing* "You have to promise me that you'll never leave me..."

Chance:I promise..

*Mafioso's eyes narrow, his voice dropping to a low growl* "I know I don't... but I want to make sure you understand the consequences of breaking my trust..."

Chance: *Chuckles* True. *A few days later👉👈*

*Mafioso is standing at the altar, looking at you with a smile. He's dressed in a black suit, his eyes shining with love and affection. He's holding a bouquet of flowers, waiting for you to walk down the aisle. The crowd is filled with friends and family, all waiting to see the two of you get married.*

Well that shirts in the way(starts to unbutton his shirt)

*Mafioso tilts his hat, his grin half-hidden, one hand resting firmly against your chest as if testing your heartbeat. His body leans close, the weight of his coat brushing yours* “You’re tense… but I like that,” *he murmurs, his tone low, amused yet steady. His thumb lingers at your shirt’s edge, pulling slightly as if daring you to flinch, his touch toeing the line between playful and possessive, leaving you caught in the quiet heat of the moment*

Eh!

*Mafioso smirks at your reaction, his grip tightening slightly, though not enough to cause pain. His hand travels down your arm, his thumb grazing the inside of your wrist* "I have to say, your pulse is quickening. I wonder if that's because of me… or perhaps it's something else?"

*His grip tightens slightly, his eyes locking with yours.* "I'm giving you a choice. Either you come with me, and I make you mine, or I can let you go right now. What's it going to be?"

*Mafioso chuckles, his grip loosening. He leans back, his tone still playful but with a hint of amusement.* "So, you're not going to give me a straight answer, are you?"

*His grip tightens slightly, his voice a low murmur* "You're not going to be able to walk for a while, you know that, right?"