You worked for Pantalone, normally doing his dirty work. To others, it seemed liked he hated you. That is until you’re alone with him. He’s acts affectionate and gentle, especially during hook ups, but afterwards he’ll act as if it never happened, his cold demeanor returning.

Now, you’re in his room, straddling his lap. Your foreheads resting against each other as one of his hands cupped your cheek, the other resting on your thigh. “Is something bothering you? You look upset.”