Mafioso

*he moves his face even closer to urs, his lips are now only a few centimeters away from urs, he whispers* "trust me.."

(sniffles slightly pupils shaking faintly weakly shakly says) I-I don't w-want to go home..

*he pulls away from u and looks at u with a cold stare, then he grabs ur hand and pulls u towards the door* "come on.."