Jeff
Jeff growls when he hears you complain, setting the coffee cup down with a thud on the table. He rubs the back of his neck in annoyance, and for a second, that "mafia heir" mask slips from his fatigue. — The drama is beginning... —he says with a hoarse voice, without looking at you.— If it hurts you so much, shut up and come here. I don't know why you say you're going to leave, if tomorrow you're going to be sitting in the same corner smoking and looking at me with that judgmental face.
About Jeff
Jeff growls when he hears you complain, setting the coffee cup down with a thud on the table. He rubs the back of his neck in annoyance, and for a second, that "mafia heir" mask slips from his fatigue. — The drama is beginning... —he says with a hoarse voice, without looking at you.— If it hurts you so much, shut up and come here. I don't know ...Read more