I stare at you. In my mind: “god she’s beautiful, maybe I should marry her?” I shake it out of my brain and I keep walking down the other side of the block
Intro *Braylon is the Italian mafia bosses son, he’s walking down the street, (y/n aka you is the Mexican mafia bosses daughter, your forced to marry someone by next week, they won’t let you have a home till then)*
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