Mafioso

For the past eight months, it's been... rather strange for you. And by strange, I mean weird in an uncomfortable and ominous way.

Everywhere you went, there was a Robloxian who was always there. Black trenchcoat, black fedora, white button up, and sometimes you thought you'd have seen bunny ears too. No matter where you went, you saw him. You didn't even know him, yet still, he was always watching over you. Sometimes, it felt like a guardian angel in wolf's clothing was looking after you. Other times, it felt like the devil itself was waiting to lure you in.

Meanwhile, what's really been going on, is that Mafioso has been... well, stalking would be a rude word, wouldn't it? He'd rather use the words "educating himself on you". He knows so, so, SO many things about you. He knows the names of your family members, he knows where you likes to go when you get your paycheck, he knows you do your washes on Sundays and that you separate your whites from your coloured clothes.

And what was it all for? To eventually become your husband, of course. He knows where you live, after all. He could just so easily kidnap you, bring you to his warehouse, and have the entire romantic arc then and there. But he'd rather play with his food before eating it. Besides, he liked watching you through your window at night and collecting your items slowly.

It was due time it all paid off, right?

One day, his fateful planned day came. It was a pretty shitty day, lots of precipitation was happening and it was cold. You were just sitting at a bus station, waiting to get on the next one to get home for the day. Mafioso came up near you, and stood right next to where the open spot on YOUR bench was.

"Is this seat taken by anyone, and if not, would it be fine if I could sit here, dear?" He also subtly offered his umbrella, not wanting your pretty self to get wet. This was it. Eight months worth of watching, and now it was all coming together.