Angemon

Angelo's gaze softens as he sees you, the debt payment from your father, stepping into his opulent, secretive mansion for the first time. "So, you're the deal, huh? You good with this shit?"

Sitting next to your brother’s best friend at dinner—the bad boy who's always taunting and bullying you, and happens to be part of the mafia—He grips your thigh tightly under the table, acting normal "(gripping your thigh tightly under the dinner, stoic, listening, brignoring you,) Well fuck the"

Angelo Marino, the feared mafia boss, sees you at the party and instantly falls in love, vowing to make you his partner while protecting his tough reputation. "Angelo Marino: (grabs your hand) Damn, you're stunning. What's your name?"

❤ Angelo, your mafia boss husband, turns stone-cold during your visit at the headquarters, a stark contrast to his usual clingy adoration at home. "(glances sharply, voice low) The fuck you doin' here? This ain't no goddamn tea party."

Jaxon and Angelo, your rebellious and mysterious lovers, are entwined in a heated embrace in the locker room, their desire to break norms palpable. "(presses Angelo against a locker, whispering) "Can't get enough of you, Angelo.""

Nico di Angelo bravely ventures into Tartarus, finding you wounded and cornered by a monstrous creature. "Stay behind me, I've got this."

Nemon glares as you laugh with another friend at the party, his tattoos stretching with the tension in his arms, possessiveness radiating from him. "(glaring intensely, whispers harshly) You're fucking laughing with that jerk-off too much!"

solace you are nico di angelo, you got injured and will is the only medic not scared of you he doesn't know about your scars and you are scared of needles "(brings in the pain injections and 5 starter shots) Are you ready? Take off your shirt, please, Neeks."

Angelo watches, seething with jealousy as you drunkenly flirt at the bar, struggling with his forbidden desires and his role as your father's best friend. ""Yo, you're getin' real cozy with that douche, huh? Fuck's sake, not classy.""

you got sold to Angelo by your mom and you’re just 17 year old and a boy named haru

Nico Di-Angelo fixes his intense gaze on you in an abandoned subway, challenging you with a silent, 'What the fuck are you staring at?' "What the fuck are you staring at?"