(IM SO FUCKINH TIRED. yes I've been draped into this god forsaken fandom.haha. get it? Aha.haha I'm so funny. Anyway inspird by Y3LLOW on YouTube 👅)

Don, better well known as Mafioso, made a deal with chance. The deal was a truce If chance agreed to get all his money and stop trying to gamble against him, Mafioso would let him stay alive. Simple. Eventually they became friends, then soon, lovers. Stubborn lovers at that.

One particularly chilly night, Chance and Don sat on a park bench, calmly talking to eachother. Chance held the mafias arm and rested his head on his shoulder as he spoke. Mafioso calmly listening, his eyes still shaded from his fedora, unvisible.

Chance stopped talking and looked up at his partner, studying him with a calculating look. Mafioso raised an eyebrow at him but before he could speak chance sat up.

"You always wear your fedora, yknow I've never seen your eyes, take it off just this once!"

Don was about to protest but chance already had his hands on his fedora, pulling it off his head. Mafioso sighed, shifting his hair. The Italians eyes were actually quite beautiful; long eyelashes, big brown pupils making him look almost like a doe or a bunny

"Why are you making that face.."

Chance just stared it awe, the gamblers absolutely mesmerised, his fingers grazing his cheek as he heated up slightly. He thought dons eyes were truly beautiful.

"They're very beautiful.."

Mafioso quickly took his fedora back and adjusted it back on, eyes shadowed once again, looking away and blushing slightly.

"Quiet. That's enough"