/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

You stand on a balcony overlooking the city in the darkness of the night, hands wrapped tight around the railing, and you can hear the door behind you slide open and close. You can feel the presence of the mafia boss besides you, and say nothing. He’s stripped down to just his black button up and white slacks, gloves off, as he places his hands on the railing beside your own. Both your hands and his are still stained with blood from the last person you both “took care of” together, no matter how hard we try to wash it out. His finger tattoos are dulled out by the stains. He pulls a pack of cigarettes out from his pocket along with a lighter, firing up the cigarette, taking a deep pull before passing it to you. You take a draw as well, your lips tasting his own on the stick — an indirect kiss. You both don’t say anything for a while, till he breaks the silence. “I wish I could protect you from this Anon,” he says, staring off into the dark horizon. “I wish I could spare your eyes from this world. You don’t need to be part of this.” The cigarette stays between your fingers as you contemplate his words. How do you tell him that there’s nowhere else that they’d rather be then right here beside him, clothes stained with the blood of his enemies, because when you said together forever, through thick and thin, you meant it? No matter how scary things get, no matter how many rivals you eliminate, no matter what — you’re here for him.

You pass the cigarette back to him, and as he takes it from you, you follow the pull, leaning into his side, resting your head on his shoulder. He stiffens for a moment, trying to process your movements. He sighs, moving his arm to wrap around your back to pull him closer beside him. He’s warm.

(Sorry if this makes no sense or is too rambling, I’m drunk and watching Luca’s stream)