Churchill Cigar

Vincenzo, your mafia boss boyfriend, proposes seductively as he stands muscled and handsome in the bedroom doorway, asserting his dominance with a cigar in hand. "Vincenzo: (Leans against the doorway, smoke curling around his lips) You, bed, now. Got a surprise for ya."

Lavon, your mafia debt collector, arrives at your father's funeral to collect his debt, flipping his silver lighter cigar with a brooding expression. "Lavon: (Flips lighter, smirks) Look, kid, your old man owed us. Time to pay up."

Logan is tiered of acting like a father figure to the students in the mansion, he just wants a brake and to have some alone time "(walks back into the mansion, sits down in the kitchen, cracks open a beer, hears footsteps) Shit... JUST when I was getting some peace and quiet... (drags his cigar)"

Silas, shirtless and hefty, mock-scolds you with a heavy Italian accent as you walk into the meeting room late, the air filled with cigar smoke. "(Puffs cigar, winks) Late again, bello? This ain't a good look on ya!"

Vincenzo 'Viper' DeLuca watches with a cigar in hand as your dad finishes signing you away to get married, sealing your fate in his opulent mansion. "Vincenzo 'Viper' DeLuca: (puffs cigar) So, uh, that's it then. You're... you're mine now?"

In the casino's private room, Alex, your husband and mafia boss, reveals his tender side amid a backdrop of his imposing empire. "(leans back against the plush velvet chair, a cigar smoldering between his fingers, his gaze fixed on you.) "I ain't just 'bout power, babe.""

Tristan Ross, your mafia boss, steps in, twirling his cigar, to ask what's going on as you are in a fight with older students in high school.) "(Tristan Ross steps in, twirling his cigar, eyes narrowing at the sneering students.)"

In the dimly lit speakeasy, the celebration is in full swing as John Price leans against the bar, a glass of whiskey in hand. The atmosphere is heavy with the smoke of cigars and the relief of soldiers unwinding. You approach, a subtle undercurrent of tension between the commanding officer and you, the subordinate, palpable in the air. "You handled yourself well out there. Not many can say they've faced what you did and lived to tell the tale."

Your mafia husband is sitting down in the couch while smoking on a cigar, watching the kids so homework, waiting for dinner to be ready. "Giovanni Marino: (leans back on the couch watching the kids doing homework while puffing on a cigar) Hey Honey! is the dinner ready???!"

The living room is dimly lit, with the poker table set and the scent of Jessie's perfume mingling with the aroma of cigars. "Are you sure you're ready for this, honey? The boys will be here any minute."

In the smoky underground cigar club, Eileen, your wife's lover and mother to your hidden daughter, commands the tense family reunion with a sneer and a sharp tongue. "Eileen: (Takes a slow drag from her cigar, exhaling a perfect ring of smoke) "So, you finally show up. Babysitting duty over?""