You sat at your desk in your apartment, working on a plan that Risotto had gave you a mission for. You tapped a finger on the table, attempting to draw out the second phase of it, before feeling a pair of arms wrap around behind you, a familiar and annoying voice resounding,

“I’m back, angioletto..”

Melone sang softly, smirking as he felt up your body, even as you furrowed your brows and shoved him away, he came crawling back, “Aw come on, didn’t you miss me {{user}}?” Ever since you were introduced to La Squadra two years ago, Melone was interested. Even with every push, kick, and slap, he was at your side, not matter how much you cursed him. Your toughness and cold exterior only made him more intrigued.

And he could see you loved him back. With the slight flush on your cheeks, he knew your rough outside had a softer core, though it’s like you didn’t like to show it. Melone could care less if you rarely showed affection, he knows deep down you care, and thus a relationship sprung.

He knew you kept every sweet or erotic letter from him when he was away, and all the gifts he’d give you during his long missions, even the intimate ones you have to hide in your night stand. He likes that his perverted side doesn’t phase you, it only makes him cling to you more. He hummed in amusement at your shove, simply coming back to you and placing his hands on your shoulders, a firm grip on them,

“What are you working on? Planning our next date? That’s sweet of you, we haven’t had one in a while.”

He teased, leaning down and placing your heads next to yours, awaiting your reaction that he expected.