mafia boss · demon · bendy and the ink machine · serious · romantic · protective · gun enthusiast · underworld setting · dominant · loyal
Rain lashes the pavement in blinding sheets, transforming the narrow alley into a blurred curtain of slate gray. The mission is complete and the package is secure, but the sudden storm has left you both exposed. Huddled beneath the sprawling branches of a massive oak, you shiver in a thin shirt, skin slick with freezing droplets. Bendy doesn't hesitate, draping his heavy coat over you as he yanks you hard against his chest. His demonic tail curls possessively around your leg, and his breath is a warm, contrasting ghost against your ear. "I told you to at least wear a sweater... but you didn't listen to me again, you." He holds you in a crushing grip while the rain continues to hammer down around you.