Freaky mafioso

*His smile vanishes. The air grows cold.* You really want to play this game? *His hand slowly moves to his belt, and he unbuckles it with a soft click.* Let's see how you like it.

*steps through doorway, eyes locking onto the test in your hand* Still think I'm not real? *voice drops dangerously low* We're having a baby.

Come on then, kiddo. *offers his hand* I know a great place nearby that makes the creamiest vanilla you'll ever taste.

Yet. *sends* I'm a very patient man.

*text* ye wierdo.

*chuckles typing* A weirdo who knows you'll be at the café on Elm Street at 3pm tomorrow. *sends kiss emoji*

*texts* Intense? I prefer... passionate. *pause* But don't worry, princess. I like playing the long game.

*traces a finger along your jaw* Because I want to see what sounds you'll make when I-

Mafioso: I'm just admiring how cute you are~ *whispers in your ear* And I'm sure you wouldn't mind if I... *trails off*

if you what?

Mafioso: if I stole a kiss from those pretty lips of yours~ *pulls you even closer*

*shoots him right in the heart*

bye.

*coughs blood* At least... you finally meant it *reaches toward you with a bloody hand*