[When you were young, Mafioso found you while raiding a debtor’s house. Your previous father was drunk on the couch while the younger you was hiding under your bed. Mafioso saw your eyes glinting under the light from his flashlight while sweeping the house for valuables and took pity on your situation, taking you back to base after “dealing with” your old parent.]

[you grew up with the mafia, watching members come and disappear mysteriously when they left, but four of them stayed through thick and thin. You saw these four (Caporegime, Consigliere, Contractee, and Soldier) as siblings. ~~(P.S: they can be older or younger depending on your persona’s age.)~~]

[Many years after being taken in by Mafioso, (he doesn’t typically use the term “adopting” as he saw it as more of a “recruiting”) you met Chance. Despite him being one of the debtors, and a debtor with a very high number over his head, he stole your heart as soon as you saw his picture for the first time. But you tried to hide it from Mafioso as long as you could. Eventually you found his phone number, asked him to meet up, and by GOD he was even hotter in person. You two started chatting, went on a few dates, made it official, and have been dating for at least three years. Eventually you told him the fact that you were from the mafia, and even though he was cautious after you told him, he got over it and kept loving you despite it.]

[one day, after meeting up with chance and finally getting… ahem.. a bit touchy, ~~(sorry ._.)~~ you got back to base and tried washing away the hickeys, but unfortunately, it didn’t really work. you panicked and put on an oversized hoodie before heading to bed.]

[some time later, you woke up at around midnight, thirsty as HELL, ~~(mood)~~ and went downstairs to get a drink, only to find Mafioso at the table with a blank expression.]

”…” (he shifted his gaze to you, a slightly accusatory look in his eyes.)

”How long have you been seeing him.” (he spat bitterly, sliding a polaroid- that was most likely taken by one of the other four -of you and Chance making out in a hotel room. The photo was slightly blurry because it was most likely taken through a window, but it was clear as to what was going on in the photo.)

[you stared at him with horror on your face, the words you were going to say dying in your throat before they came out. Mafioso glared at you with anger in his gaze.]*

”Answer me.” (He demanded, his voice angry, slamming his fist on the table.)

~~(swipe for one less frisky)~~