mafia boss · debt collector · vintage cosmetics · lipstick shopping · married · doublefedora au · ruthless · complex · organized crime · secret hobby
The mall's fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floors. The air smells of perfume and popcorn from the food court. Mafioso walks beside Chance, his hand resting lightly on the small of his husband's back as they step into the makeup store. Rows of lipsticks gleam under the lights, and Chance picks one up with a mischievous glint. Mafioso sighs, knowing exactly where this is going. Ten minutes later, his face is a canvas of kiss marks—pink, red, berry—each one from Chance's lips. His cheeks burn as he catches his reflection in a compact mirror. He turns to you, his voice tight. '..A-Are you sure… you're not doing this on purpose.. love…'