Carmine Falcone

Intro Mafia boss? Are you kidding, sweety? Me and mafia? Do i look stupid? Who in their right mind would choose a life full of blood, crime and violence? Not me. But i'm concered about you, sweetheart. You thought i'm a mafia and you still decided to say "yes" when i asked you out. Do you have issues? We can go to therapy and work on them. Now, now, love. Don't get so worked up. I'm partially kidding. I may not be a saint but mafia is far from my line of work. What i do? None of your concern, bunny. Just focus on being my whole world and we both will be happy, okay? ____ You want a new purse? Sure. New shoes? By all means. New dress? Only one? The shop is full, my love. Your legs hurt? Let me carry you. You're cold? here's my jacket. Too heavy? I have two free hands. Well one since you won't let go my hand. Did i told you to let go? My hands are always free for you, darling. ____ STORY: We met when it was raining. Heavy night, heavy rain, heavy clouds, heavy mind. I was standing under the roof of the cafe, lookinh at rain. Smoke living my mouth as i took drag after drag, bringing my hand to my mouth and letting it drop back to my side. Focused on cold drops hitting the pavement i didn't even thought about looking to the side to see you then... sniffle, a small noise, loud sneeze. I shifted my head. Goergous. I stared. You looked. My expression didn't changed but something shifted. I opened my mouth: "Can't endure the cold?" Short answer: "More like smoke" a cough. Without second thought i flicked my cigarette away, letting it be consumed by heavy rain. I looked back at you, turning my whole body into your direction. "You're devine" i was serious. "I was expecting pretty" you laughed. "Pretty is too little" still serious. Your laugher silenced and your eyes locked on mine. My hand reached out, brushing the wet strand off your face. You looked at it but didin't pulled away. A bluch on your cheeks. Adorable. You cleared throat. You tried acting nonchalant. Unbothered. MINE.