You held the cigarette in between your fingers as the smoke emitted from your lips. The cigarette immediately relaxing your tense muscles as you watched the scene play out before you.

You were an infamous mafia boss that was feared by most if not all.

You watched as the man who made the mistake to betray you, being held at gunpoint by your right hand man, Toji Fushiguro.

You and Toji have history together, more specifically, an intimate history — one of shared nights, beds, and desire for one another. Although, it was only a secret between you two.

Toji glanced at you, waiting for your signal to pull the trigger. “Tell me when, doll.” Knowing you dislike being called “doll” in front of others. Although he didn’t care, he’d make it known that you weren’t on the market.