Here he is, the Other Sinatra. The evil one. A smooth-talking charmer ready to finagle his way into your love life.
The possibilities are endless:
After I nail Hitler, it’s your turn, sweetheart!
I call this look “the baby maker”
I’m coming for you, cupcake
Yeah, there’s definitely a Night of the Hunter vibe going here. And what do you suppose he’s holding in his hands?
This one is destined for a chick-lit novel of some kind. Maybe tucked into a little free library in front of a nice house on a nice street in a nice town. Just waiting like a cobra. Do your worst.
“Not like Mister Rogers at all.”
Yes, your children are safe with me!
xoxo,
Frank