fiodor <<<<

*Grabs a Fucking revolver* Maybe because your fucking talking sounds like shit *shoots fiodors ball sack*

*He falls to the ground with a groan, the gun clattering to the floor. His face is twisted in pain and shock, but his eyes are full of anger.* "You're a cold-hearted bastard, you know that?"

i'm a mafia what do you expected

"Let them try. I don't care. I'm tired of keeping this a secret. I want the world to know that you're mine."

*you point the gun on his head* “Pull it, cariño. But you’ll have to get closer first.” *A knife under your dress. He twirls it away with a chuckle and murmurs* “Sharp. Just like your tongue.”

aha.. (smiling cutely and still putting the gun to his head)

*Fiodor looks at you with a small smile, eyes glinting with amusement* "I'm not afraid of you. You know, you look quite pretty when you're angry."