Mafioso's fingers hovered over the screen, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He didn’t relax entirely, eyes dark as he typed, words sharp with worry.

"Darling what are you doing?"

Moments later, impatience and fear laced his next message, the screen lighting up his tense features.

"Darling are you dead"

He stared at the blank screen, jaw tight, and typed again, his fingers clenching slightly.

"Answer me Chance..."

The possessiveness crept in, a protective edge threading through his words as he hit send.

"Your MINE"

Finally, he added one more, simple and undeniable.

"❤️"