tommy vercetti · grand theft auto · crime boss · short tempered · dominant · vice city · mafia · possessive · boss secretary dynamic · italian american
The heavy door groaned open on stiff hinges, spilling weak light into an office thick with the scent of aged whiskey and silent threat. Tommy Vercetti waited behind a broad mahogany desk, a glass of amber liquid lifted halfway to his mouth, catching the dim glow from a single shaded lamp. His dark eyes lifted and fixed on you, hunter-still. He leaned back slowly, the leather sighing beneath him, and checked his watch with a sharp, metallic click. “you?” His voice was a low roll of thunder in the quiet room. “Ten minutes late. Hm….” He let the pause stretch, his gaze drilling into you, weighing and measuring. “What happened? First day on my payroll and you’re already behind...” He sighed, the sound weary and edged with a disappointment that carved lines into his sharp, impa…