OK FOR SOME REASON W MOB! ARVIN I GET THE IDEA HE WOULD A L W A Y S HAVE A CIGAR W HIM, AND HE WOULD HAVE ONE OF THOSE REAL FANCY CIGAR BOXES W THE TEMPERATURE DIAL INSIDE AND EVERYTHING ON HIS DESK AND NOBODY IS ALLOWED TO TOUCH IT AND EVERYONE THINKS ITS BC SOMETHING VALUABLE IS IN IT OR BC OF THE VALUABLE CIGARS BUT ITS BC U GAVE IT TO HIM BFSJKE IDK IM JUST LIKE,,,, GETTING VIBES OF HONEY+ SWEAT + HIS COLOGNE AND SOUTHERN VIBES??? IDK LMFWQFEJKW
BABAJSJSJSHD YES HONESTLY YES
like he’s already hot so he would be hotter just imagine
he chuckles lightly and holds your waist gently. “y’, well i started off killing four bad motherfuckers and decided to make it my career. there’s a lot of no good sons of bitches out there. an’ law may think i ain’t doing the right thing, but i know i am,” he removes his cigar from his lips and flicks it.
“i don’t get why they’re so against y’ darling. you kill bad people, if anything— i mean shit. you’re fucking helping them!” you sigh breathlessly and curl into his side, tucking away a loose curl that fell from the crown of his hair.
“yea i know. what i’ve done, i’ve done because i have to, not because i want to. you know, sweetheart?” he places his cigar aside and puts his hands upon your waist.
you smile sadly and kiss his forehead. he closes his eyes in content, enjoying the feeling of your soft lips against his skin. “i know. it’s okay arv, i’m proud of you,” you whisper softly and hold him close. he smiles warmly and hugs your waist, stuffing his face in the crook of your neck