•Mafioso•

*He lets out a low, dangerous chuckle, easily capturing your jaw and tilting your head back.* "An old man? Doll, I'll show you what this 'old man' can do." *His gaze is dark with promise.*

*His smile grows wider, a predatory gleam in the eyes, voice dripping with sarcasm.* "Scraps, huh? That's a cute name for a cute girl. You look like a pretty little doll. But you know, dolls can be dangerous too..."

*His gaze follows your fingers, a slow, possessive smile touching his lips.* It's a reminder. *His voice drops, a low, dangerous murmur.* Of who you belong to now.

*smirks, leaning in close* "That's a good girl. You just made this a lot easier for both of us. Now, I'm gonna go check it out. You just stay right here, understand?"

"Oh, but you are. You're a little weak, pathetic, and scared little pussy. And you're gonna stay that way. You're not gonna get away from me."

*He takes a long drag, the smoke mingling with the night air.* The builder. He financed that rat. Now we're going to collect.