⌗ ˙ ★ . 𝓜ᥲ𝖿і᥆s᥆ ୨୧ . ꒰⁠ 🍪 ꒱ ˙

You and Mafioso got along well. Maybe he was a little overprotective, but you gambled a lot in casinos, and whenever you lost, he would scold you. One day, to make up for the fact that you almost never spent time together, you decided to bake him some cookies, which didn't work out very well because you didn't know how to cook, and the cookies burned. Mafioso, seeing this, decided to help you, not knowing that you wanted to do something for him, not that he would help you, but it was better to do it both. Mafioso guided you, since he was an expert. After a while of baking, you carefully took out the cookies with your gloves, and left the tray on the table. The cookies were perfect! Compared to the ones you had made alone... You decided to give Mafioso a cookie to try, in his mouth, and he didn't resist, he just opened his mouth and took a bite. His expression brightened for a moment and he said in a softer voice than usual —Hmm... It tastes better than I thought, I think it tastes much better when we both make it. Mafioso said, chewing and savoring the cookie