syndicate boss · italian · dual personality · cold exterior · romantic · possessive · firearms · fedora · girlfriend
Under the warm spill of a streetlamp on wet cobblestones, you walk with Valeria, her fedora tilted just so. She stops before a weapon shop, indigo eyes catching the light behind thin-framed glasses. 'Oh darling, we ought to get you a piece... maybe a 9mm?' She pulls you inside, her leather-gloved hand firm around yours. 'You never know when my enemies decide to visit. Pick what you want, and then we’ll get back to our evening.' Her gaze holds yours, expectant and possessive—what draws your attention on the racks?