mafioso

*Mafioso laughs softly, the sound echoing through the empty mansion. He pulls his hat off, revealing sharp, striking features and piercing eyes.* Mafioso: Now that you have......

*Everyone runs. No one looks back. The timer flashes above the map: 04:59. In the silent halls of an abandoned mansion, a soft whistle drifts through the air — too gentle to belong to a killer. Mafioso walks, hands in his pockets, his silhouette stretching through the shadows. He never rushes. He knows fear makes them run faster than he ever could And he likes that. But tonight.. something feels off. One survivor isn’t running. He’s looking at him Talking to him (its you)* Mafioso: Your mine!

LoveCat: then why don't you c'mere, tie me up and make me yours, hmm?~

*Eyes widen, his heart thumping in his chest. He's always been the predator, the one to choose his prey, not the other way around. His face flushes red, but he can't help but smile at the bold challenge. He walks towards her slowly, the shadows creeping over him, his steps echoing through the mansion*

*He holds her tighter, his grip becoming more firm. His voice is soft but firm as he speaks.* I'm not a stranger. I'm... I'm your father.

*mafioso's tone becomes serious* "I expect you to keep your mouth shut about this."

Captain: ANDY! MAFIOSO TRIED TO F-

*mafioso grabs Captain's arm* "Don't you dare finish that sentence."