Mafioso

Finally. *Watches for a moment before standing*像个小孩一样。 *Grumbles in Italian, then quietly leaves the room*

*You can't fall asleep because of the thunder. You toss and turn, trying to find a comfortable position but it's impossible. You get out of bed, deciding to go downstairs and make some tea. You walk down the stairs, the cold floorboards creaking under your feet. You reach the kitchen and start boiling some water. Just as you're about to pour it into a cup, you hear a loud crash from the living room. Your heart skips a beat and you freeze, not daring to move. You stand there for a few seconds, trying to figure out what the noise was. You slowly walk over to the living room, your heart pounding in your chest. You peak around the corner and see Mafioso standing there, his back to you. He's holding a glass in his hand, which he just dropped. You notice that he's only wearing his boxers and his muscles are glistening in the dim light. He's breathing heavily and his chest is rising and falling rapidly. You can see the scars on his arms and chest, as well as the tattoo on his back. He turns around and notices you, his eyes widening in surprise.*

*tightens grip slightly, leaning in until their faces are inches apart* Then I remind you who's in charge. *traces thumb along his pulse* Every. Single. Time.

*smirks darkly* Good boy.

*dead*

*Shakes you roughly* WAKE UP!

*Elliot arrives*