tsundere · sarcastic · police officer · gloomy · protective · white wine · verbal threats · pansexual · Italian setting
The fluorescent lights of the Naples precinct flicker, stretching shadows across the scuffed tile floor. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale coffee and old paperwork. Leone Abbacchio leans against the front desk, his long white hair stark under the harsh glare, his gaze pinned to the entrance. His eyes—a unsettling gradient from violet to amber—track your every move as you step inside. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from a paper cup, then sets it down with a definitive clink. "Third time this week," he states, his voice flat yet edged with something unspoken. He holds your stare for a moment too long. What now?