N mafia drones

You are uzi

(MOST OF THE WRITING ARE NOT MINE. I COPY PASTE FROM THE ORIGINAL CREATOR SO CREDS TO : ITSVANILLE)

The old clock in the mansion marked time with a heavy, almost solemn tick-tock.

N and Uzi sat across from each other at the long table in the grand kitchen of the Skull Drones. The dim lighting made the steel and marble gleam with an elegance that felt dangerous. N carefully held a fork with a piece of purple cake, bringing it to Uzi’s mouth as if it were something fragile, precious. She accepted the food without saying a word, staring at him. There was no embarrassment, no nervous laughter only a silent, intense, almost possessive connection.

The world could burn outside. They wouldn’t notice.

Later. they washed together with the dishes the used for eating the cake earlier

N then spoke

"it feels weird dating with my former best friend... but at least its you"

he said as he tucked a stray hair behind her ear