𝐀. 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎

𝖘𝖎𝖓 for me, sweet angel ˚ · . @ofblindfaiths.

[ꨄ @lostaffections]

make me your god, i can give you everything.

[𝐀. 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎 @malomafioso]

@ofblindfaiths @painrabbitgirl What’s this all about?

[𝐀. 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎 @malomafioso]

@ofblindfaiths < it, every moment captured. He knew exactly what would sell, knew what men liked to see.

“Do I need to pull the fucking trigger, huh?”

Of course, he never would. The weight of his words hung, sharp and purposeful, their bite sharper than any action required.

[𝐀. 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎 @malomafioso]

@ofblindfaiths < guttural sound escaped him as she attempted, her apologies tumbling out in a soft stammer, almost as if they’d dissolve before reaching him.

“Make it work. Get it done.”

It didn’t matter to him how long it took — hours if need be. One way or another, she was going to take >

[𝐀. 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎 @malomafioso]

@ofblindfaiths < lens.

She’d thank him for this later, he thought, convinced of his twisted generosity.

“Alright, kiddo,”

He said, his tone remaining calm and dark.

“Let’s see a magic trick. Make my cock disappear.”

[𝐀. 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎 @malomafioso]

@ofblindfaiths < This raw, unfiltered reaction could be worth something.

Keeping the gun steady against her temple, he fished his phone from his pocket, the metallic weight in his other hand never wavering. With a swipe, the camera app flickered to life, capturing her terror through the >

[𝐀. 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎 @malomafioso]

@ofblindfaiths < made eye contact yet again.

“You know what to do.”

[𝐀. 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎 @malomafioso]

@ofblindfaiths < punctuation to his words.

“You’re so fucking pretty, babygirl,”

He murmured, his voice softening, almost tender.

“Does Daddy’s gun scare you? It doesn’t have to. Just be good — do as you’re told.”

Once his hardness was out and bobbing proudly up and down slightly, he >

[𝐀. 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎 @malomafioso]

@ofblindfaiths < manage something so trivial. She wasn't dumb.

To dispel any hesitation, he leveled the cold, unyielding barrel of the gun at her, its presence a silent promise of consequence.

"Go on."

[𝐀. 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎 @malomafioso]

@ofblindfaiths < coiled within him. The sight of her tears -- glimmering jewels against the expanse of her ocean-blue gaze --stirred something primal. He could grow fond of this.

"Undo my belt."

The command hung in the air, stark and unadorned, as if daring her resistance. Surely, she could >

[𝐀. 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎 @malomafioso]

@ofblindfaiths < leveled the weapon, its barrel lowering toward the ground in a slow, deliberate arc, a silent command underscored by the steel in his voice.

“Get on your knees.”

[𝐀. 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎 @malomafioso]

@ofblindfaiths < all seemed.

“You think I got you a toy gun to entertain your pathetic online audience? I’ll show you real gunplay.”

His words came with an eerie calm, steady and deliberate, as if delivering a grim sermon. This was his lesson, one she was meant to learn in full.

He >

[𝐀. 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎 @malomafioso]

@ofblindfaiths <
He was the adult here. The one meant to teach.

Gun in hand, he flicked it, a wordless command to rise.

"Stand up,"

He said, voice steady and calm, though it carried the weight of authority.

“I’m not gonna hurt you. And I’m not mad."

[𝐀. 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎 @malomafioso]

@ofblindfaiths < piercing eyes searching hers, reading the fear etched into her delicate face. She was terrified — he could see that plainly — but she had to learn. Trust was a two-way street, and if she was to stay at his place more and more often, she’d have to understand the rules.
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