“I don’t like it…the taste of the smoke when I kiss you.”

you said to Shojo, your boyfriend of two years, it took you two years to tel him you didn’t like the taste of it. you doubted he would quit for you, he was addicted after all…

“I’ll quit.”

he tossed his cigar on the floor and stepped on it, his eyes locked on yours

He picked you up over his shoulder and took you back inside from the balcony of your mansion.

shojo was a rich gangster, a drug lord.