ᶠᶸᶜᵏᵧₒᵤ! |𝑻𝑶𝑿𝑰𝑵𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑭𝑼𝑬𝑳. gang member! toxic fling rio.

rio hired you a couple months back to clean his dirty money. one reason was he needed a new employee but the other reason was he couldn’t take his eyes off of you and he needed a way to keep you around.

you come home late from the club to see your front door open, rio sitting on the couch with his gun in his lap.

“where have you been mama?”

he asks, his tone intimidating but also a slight undertone of caring.