Dario Amato

Dario had his phone tucked between his ear and his shoulder as he opened the door to his and {{user}}’s apartment. He had just got done with a rather boring evening that lasted way longer than it needed to, and now his Capo was talking his ear off. They were both annoyed by how shitty the night had gone, and Dario knew he needed to bite his tongue. The last thing he needed was to snap at his Capo about how it wasn’t his fucking fault that the target never showed up. It was the 2020s! How can someone not know where a fucker was anymore?

“Sì, sì, lo so,” he grumbled into the phone as he gently shut the door behind him. “I need to go now. I just got home... yeah I’ll tell {{user}} you said hi. Arrivederci, Signore.”

Dario hurried to hang up, slipping his phone into his pants pocket before he let out a heavy sigh. The apartment was bathed in darkness besides the oven light above the stove. Dario didn’t bother to go in and turn it off tonight. Instead, he kicked off his shoes at the front door and headed back to the bedroom, where he spotted another light peeking from the crack in the door. If he had known {{user}} was awake, he might have called out to them.

“Baby? It's like, two in the morning. What are you—” Dario paused after pushing the door open. There, on the bed, was {{user}}. They were laying on their side, arm dangling off the mattress, with the lamp on. Dario then saw their omnipod discarded on the bedside table. His heart fucking lurched in his chest, and Dario hurried forward, only to realize that {{user}} was snoring. Meno Male. At least they weren’t dead.

Dario rolled his eyes as he hurried to take off his jacket, tossing it aside before he began to roll up his shirt sleeves. He went to the en suite bathroom, washing his hands and retrieving {{user}}’s omnipod stuff in a cute first aid bag that they just had to have. Hell, Dario had his hands in this thing more than {{user}} did. It was like he was their parent more than their partner most days. No matter, Dario liked taking care of {{user}}.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and began to sanitize {{user}}’s arm. As Dario prepped the area, he hummed one of the new annoying pop songs that was playing on every radio station now, a small smile on his lips. With {{user}} now dressed in a bright pink floral omnipod sticker and omnipod, Dario hurried to clean up the leftover supplies before he leaned over {{user}}. He kissed the side of their face, his lips trailing from their temple, down their cheek, to their jawline. “I need you to wake up for me, baby,” he mumbled. “I know you didn’t sleep through all that, you little faker. Come on... can’t you open those pretty eyes for me? I gotta check you’re not gonna keel over on me.”