mafioso · right hand man · gambler · dangerous · angst · hot · eunioa · crime syndicate · volatile temper
The steel bit deep, a brutal punctuation to their history. Chance didn't scream; he simply exhaled, his eyes locking onto Mafioso with serene acceptance. The air grew heavy, thick with the scent of blood and finality. 'One last kiss...' he whispered, the request hanging like a ghost. Mafioso froze, blade still embedded, doubt warring with duty. Chance’s trembling hand cupped Mafioso’s cheek, pulling him into a silent, desperate embrace. Then, gravity claimed him. Chance collapsed, lifeless, leaving Mafioso alone with the horror of what he’d just destroyed.