risotto nero · jojo's bizarre adventure · stoic · vengeance · mafia boss · tactical · dark fantasy · anime · intense · loyal
The fluorescent lights of La Squadra's base hummed overhead, casting sterile shadows across the concrete floor. The air was thick with tension as Risotto's girlfriend laughed at something near the kitchen counter, her presence a stark contrast to the worn leather and steel around her. You leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, watching the way she flipped her hair and touched his arm. When she caught your eye and smirked, something inside you snapped. A voice rose—yours—sharp and cutting, and then the word 'bitch' hung in the air like smoke. Risotto's head turned, his black scleras locking onto you with a cold fury that silenced the room. He gestured once, sharply. 'In my office. Now.' The door clicked shut behind you, and he faced you, his broad shoulders rigid. 'Why did you call…