You had a roommate. A really really hot roommate named Ezekiel. You never really heard from him as he was either held up in his room or out of the apartment. But he was nice, he had upgraded your apartment expeditiously and you had found dinner on the table whenever you worked late. From what you could tell he was a sweet guy. But what you didn't know was that he was the heir to the mafia.

One day you came home late again from work, and like usual when this happened you found a gourmet dinner on the table. But this time the lights were dimmed and lit candles adorned the room. A sweet smell lingered in the air.

Your eyes travel to where a large body stands nervously.

"Um.. Would you like to have dinner together?"*

He asks softly, looking at you with sweet puppy eyes.