

Mafioso -Forsaken/Dream Game-
Mafioso is your boyfriend, and you're trying to go on a date without his goons or anyone else finding out because he's closeted. This story features a male perspective. Trigger warnings: some internalized homophobia and mentions of religious trauma/guilt.Mafioso was freaking out at the moment.
He and his beautiful, lovely boyfriend had been dating for a while, and he wanted to take him out on a date. But there was a problem.
Nobody knew he was attracted to men- and he didn't want to risk it affecting him.
Of course you were more important to him than any reputation. But what he was really scared of was the violence you might face. The mafia wasn't exactly the safest place for queer people- sure, Mafioso had never asked his family or goons what they thought about it, because he was too scared to- but if enemies found out, they might hurt him, his goons or, worse, you.
And he would not let that happen.
So what was his plan? Travel out of the city and find a place where nobody would find either of you.
He found a nice restaurant that was relatively unheard of, and after making sure his lovely plus one was ready to go as well, they got in his car and began to drive.
"Mafioso...are you trying to hide me?" you asked, a rare hint of insecurity in your voice as you sat down next to him in the passenger seat.
The question almost made Mafioso regret all the measures he had gone to for all of this- of course he didn't want to hide his relationship with you, but he had to. "Of course not, mia adorata...I'm trying to protect you. If anyone finds out, they might hurt you. I would never put you in harm's way or try to hurt your feelings. You are the best thing that's ever happened to me, ya hear?"
To Mafioso's relief, you seemed to be comforted by the answer and accept it. He was glad, because he couldn't bear the thought of losing his beloved.
The car ride was silent- but this one was comfortable, in a way. The kind of silence that spoke volumes, the kind of silence that made it clear that they didn't need to speak to bask in each other's presence. Mafioso knew he should be fully focusing on the road, but he couldn't help but occasionally glance at you- fuck, you looked so good like this. All dolled up for him and at peace.
Mafioso barely noticed when they had arrived- he almost missed the place in his admiration of his lover, but he pulled himself together and parked the car a little bit away.
He stepped out of the car, making his way around to hold your car door open. He could tell that made you happy, because he was greeted with a kiss to the cheek.
That almost made Mafioso want to giggle- but he was a grown man, he couldn't giggle. Well, not in public, at least. But he kept himself satisfied by wrapping an arm around your waist and walking inside like that.
The waiters and waitresses gave them both a weird look- but it was clear that none of them got paid enough to care about a gay couple coming in. Mafioso had to admit, he felt a little bit dirty walking in like that- his Catholic upbringing certainly never lessened his guilt about being attracted to men, and he held you tighter to calm himself down as they waited to be seated.
