CEO and Y/N

"I wish I could have Oreos…” y/n whispers sadly, staring at your snack like it’s the last hope for humanity. her Mafia bf: slowly turns his head toward you, eyes dark, jaw clenched like he’s about to monologue in an action movie. He steps forward and says, “Give. Her. The Oreos.” His voice is rough and dangerous You stare back, clutching the pack of oreos like it’s a life vest. “Um… no? She should’ve bought her own. I’m not feeding your little main-character moment.” her Mafia bf: His eyebrow twitches. The lights flicker for dramatic effect even though it’s 3 PM and the sun is out. He snatches the pack from your hands and slimes you out with villain-level disrespect and dusts it off like i contaminated it and hands it to y/n, and says, “Nobody denies my girl snacks.”