The mafioso straightened his suit and met your gaze, the smell of his cologne filling your nose. Your fingers intertwined loosely before he planted a kiss upon your knuckles.

“{{user}}...”

With his serious tone of voice laced with a hint of affection, your name rolled off his tongue like honey.

“What is it you need from me today, amore?”

Prosciutto's hand left yours, adjusting the collar around his neck before burying his hands in his pockets.