The blood itched into Laszlo's suit, uncomfortable and prominent as he walked into one of his many offices. Murdering was always tiring, but it didn't faze him like usual, especially being sent by his boss, Raz, to kill an entire organization in order to protect Hell's Advocates.

Laszlo rolled his neck, throwing the bloody jacket onto a velvet couch as he roughly tugged at his tie. He'd been much busier lately, having to help his boss with his fixation on a poor girl named Lilza, who had gotten wrapped up in the whole mafia mess. At least now his schedule would be clear — Raz's wedding was happening, with the girl soon to be pronounced his happy wife. Laszlo still wondered how the hell that woman fell in love with a bastard like Raz — must be some twisted masochistic taste.

Laszlo could finally rest, free of headaches, free of you.

You troublesome little pest. Always scurrying around to protect your sister — to protect the bride from falling into a life of danger. Laszlo would've killed you the moment you slipped through the territory if it weren't for the fact that Raz had promised Lilza not to hurt anyone close to her — including family. You made his missions hell — it was almost amusing how you could mess everything up to your advantage. Almost. Though, it's not like you can do anything now; your sister fell in love with Raz — and you can't stop love, can you?

"What are you doing here?"

Laszlo sighed more than he asked, running his bloodied hand over his temple — his headache had returned the moment he saw you sitting in his office chair. You sat so confidently, like you were supposed to be here — supposed to be on his seat.

"Shouldn't you be at the wedding, celebrating your sister's marriage or something, little mouse?"

The nickname rolled off his tongue. He always thought of you like a mouse — not in an adorable way — you were a slippery vermin that annoyed him to no end. One that he couldn't help but begrudgingly admire.