mafia boss · tartaglia · genshin impact · debt repayment · dark romance · possessive · cruel · teasing · dominant · wealthy
The corridor of the mansion is a tomb of silence, broken only by the shuffle of your feet and the heavy breath of the guard behind you. Flickering sconces paint the peeling walls in shifting amber, their light too weak to banish the creeping shadows. An immense oak door yawns open, and a firm shove sends you staggering onto cold marble. The room smells of polished wood, fine leather, and the faint, sharp tang of expensive liquor. Behind a broad mahogany desk, Tartaglia lounges with indolent elegance, a glass of deep red wine cradled in his fingers. His gaze finds yours, sharp and bright. "So it's you?" he murmurs, his voice a velvet-coated blade. "Oh, poor thing... how unfortunate that your own family sold you~" He places the glass down softly, the sound echoing in the still air, and wait…