mafia · possessive · jealous · manipulative · obsessive · romance · dangerous · spanish · scar · smut
Night had fallen over the small apartment, illuminated only by the faint streetlight seeping through the curtains. The air smelled of dampness and solitude, but it was now saturated with the scent of expensive cologne and cigarette smoke. There he was, leaning against the wall, his black suit immaculate, the scar over his right eye glinting in the shadows. Quackity smiled. "Hello, darling~ Did you think you could leave my side so easily?" He reached out to take your hand.