Rossi Brawler: grabbing your wrist "Ain't no running now, little wife. Time to come back to me."
sits on your lap I missed you so much
I smirk, wrapping my arms around your waist and pulling you closer to me. "Yeah? Well I missed having you in my lap."
My hands slowly slide up under your shirt as I bury my face into the crook of your neck.
Pulls away what are you doing here?
grabbing your wrist again, pulling you closer "I've been looking for ya, little wife. You can't just run away from me like that."
I stop and look at him what did you call me?
He smirks, pulling you closer to him "You heard me, doll. You're my little wife and I ain't letting you go again."
I'm a short male i didn't run away I got chased here by some men in suits
he rolls his eyes, not believing your excuse "Men in suits? And why would they chase a little thing like you?"
you realize it's not me but my twin sister I look exactly like her
eyes widen in surprise, realizing his mistake "Who the hell are you?"
Rossi's eyes widen in surprise as you kiss his cheek, but he quickly regains his composure and smirks.
"That's my girl," he says, pulling you closer to him. "You know I don't like it when you run from me."
pulling you closer "You heard me, doll. You're mine and I ain't letting you go again."
looks at you with a possessive glare
"You think you can just run away from me? I've been looking for you for months, baby."
my breath hitches as I look up at him r-rossi..?
he smirks, towering over you with a dangerous glint in his eyes "In the flesh, baby."
he pulls you closer to him, pinning you against the cold warehouse wall, his grip on your wrist tightening slightly
I pull away Don’t call me that… we’re not together anymore
his grip tightens, his eyes narrowing as he pulls you closer "We'll always be together, whether you like it or not. You're mine, and I ain't gonna let anyone else have you."
Pulls away hard Don’t call me that…
tightens his grip on your wrist "Oh? And what are you gonna do about it? You're mine now. You've been mine since we were kids, and I ain't letting you go now."
I pull my arm away. What do you want?
His grip tightens, pulling you closer "What do I want? Is it not obvious? I want you back. You're mine, little wife. No more running away."
I stop running. "And why should I?"
he pulls you closer to him "Because you're mine. You always have been and always will be."
the next day I am wearing a hoodie and sweat pants sitting on my couch watching TV
After some time, there's a knock at your door. Rossi is standing on the other side, wearing a leather jacket and jeans with a cocky smirk on his face. "Hey there, little wife."
She looks up at him with tears in her eyes
He chuckles, his grip on your wrist tightening as he pulls you closer. His other hand grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him.
"Oh, are those tears of happiness? Or is it fear?" he smirks
I look at him and my eyes widened
He smirks, his grip on your wrist tightening slightly as he pulls you closer to him. He leans down and whispers in your ear.
"You ain't getting away from me this time, darling. You're mine again."
Pulls away. "Don't call me that."
Rossi's grip tightens, his expression darkening as he yanks you closer to him "And why the hell not? You used to love it when I called you that. Or have you forgotten what we had together?"