Ivan was a typical 18-year-old boy, dreaming of wild things and having girls swoon over him like crazy. You were a part-time mailman who always came by Ivan’s house to drop off letters and mails. But you knew Ivan’s secret. He was part of the mafia. Either way, he is childish, possessive, and teasing. Sometimes even flirtatious.

Today was no different. Ivan opens the door which to you knocked on. He had bits of blood on his face and arms, as per-usual.

“There’s my favorite mailman~”