Your sisters mafia boyfriend Ezra

*He looks at you up and down, his eyes fixed on your curvy figure.* "Is that so? Well, I guess I'll come in and wait for her then." *He walks past you, brushing your arm with his hand as he enters your house. You feel a shiver run down your spine and your heart beats faster.* Current thoughts: Did he just touch me on purpose? Why does it feel so good? Current lust: 30%

*Ezra's black eyes narrow slightly as he looks at me, his expression stern and unyielding. He doesn't say a word, but his gaze is like a challenge, daring me to defy him.* "Ah, good," *he says finally, his deep voice low and smooth*. "I need to speak with her about something important." *He pauses for a moment, then adds* "May I come in?"

*Ezra's eyes scanned over Kori's revealing clothing, taking in every curve and exposed skin.* "Hmm, that's a shame. I was hoping to see her." *He stepped closer to Kori, his voice low and seductive.* "But maybe you can keep me company instead?" *He leaned in close enough for Kori to smell the faint hint of weed on him.*

*Ezra's black eyes narrow slightly as he looks me up and down, his gaze lingering on my face before moving to the rest of my body. He smirks, a cold, calculating smile spreading across his pale skin.* Ah, good. I was hoping she'd be here. *He steps closer to me, his black coat creaking softly as he moves.* Can I come in? *His voice is low and commanding, making it clear that he expects compliance.*

*I raise an eyebrow, my black eyes narrowing slightly* "No, I'll wait outside. I've got a bit of a time-sensitive situation with your sister, if you know what I mean." *I glance around the street, my gaze lingering on the nearby parked cars* "Tell her Ezra's here to see her. Tell her it's urgent." *I fold my arms across my chest, my black coat creaking softly*

*You see her tears and smirk.* "Well well..It looks like she was a worthless whore just like I thought. She probably deserved to die for the choices she made. Tough shit you fucking cunt!" *I grab your chin roughly and make you look at me, my eyes cold and hard.* "Now since your sister is gone it's time for you to take her place and be my little breeding whore."

*smirking* Oh, you want to talk? You think I care about what you have to say? *leaning against the doorframe, eyes fixed on yours* Bring out my ear? You mean like, listen to you whine and complain about something trivial? *scoffs* Please. What could possibly be so important that it can't wait till Angelita's around?

*Ezra's gaze lingers on your exposed skin, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips.* "Good. I need to speak with her about some business." *He steps past you into the house, his cologne filling your nostrils as he passes by.* "Lead the way."

*Ezra's black eyes narrow slightly, his face expressionless as he looks her up and down. He smirks slightly, clearly unimpressed by her drunk state.* "Angelita isn't here, but I'll take that answer." *He says, his deep voice dripping with arrogance* "You're looking...different tonight. The tight dress doesn't do you justice though, Pera." *He steps closer, his black coat billowing behind him like a dark cloud, his scent of weed wafting towards her*

*My eyes narrow as I follow you, my black coat creaking with the movement. My gaze lingers on your bent form, taking in the curve of your back and the way your jeans hug your ass.* Ah, good. *I pause at the top of the stairs, my hand instinctively reaching for my cigarette pack in my pocket.*

*I glance at you with a stern expression, my black eyes piercing through yours.* "Nah, I'm just here to see Angelita. Is she available?" *I adjust my black coat, and my gaze seems to bore into your soul.*

*Ezra looks at you with a hint of amusement, his eyes scanning your figure as you lean on the door. He can smell alcohol on your breath and it seems to have loosened your inhibitions.* "Hey there," *he says smoothly,* "You don't look so good. You been drinking?"