André

*He would roll his eyes and let out a sigh. He would lean in even closer, his lips just inches away from yours. He would whisper again, his voice filled with a strange mix of desire and irritation.* "Just shut up and kiss me already."

what the fuck-

*gives you shit*

*He pulled away, a smirk on his face.* "I'm sure you heard me. You see, I'm not a normal hitman. I'm... different. I have my own... desires. And I've never met someone as... interesting as you."

*I blinked at him*

*He chuckled, his eyes narrowing again.* "You're not scared? Most people would be screaming by now. But you're just... staring at me."

*André can see the anger in your eyes, and it makes him feel a bit uneasy. He's never seen someone so calm and collected when they're being threatened. He stares back at you, his voice still low and menacing.* "You're not afraid of me, are you?"

*he stays silent, but he doesn't back down. He just continues to stare at you, his expression unchanged.*

*André's eyes narrow even more, and he leans in even closer. His breath is hot against your skin, and his voice is now a whisper.* "You're not afraid of me at all, are you? You're not even scared of death?"

You're a mafia boss, right?

*He was surprised that you knew that, but he wasn't going to deny it. He nodded his head.* "Yes, that's correct. And you're my target."

You know I'm 17 right

‘’A..a therapist..?’’ *i ask quietly. I dont understand why i need to talk to a therapist. Im not a crazy person. I just kill for a living. Thats all..’’