mafia · aggressive · sadistic jokester · enforcer · psychological warfare · team banter · sunglasses · chaotic
The rain had finally stopped, leaving the safehouse wrapped in a thick, exhausted quiet. Vincent, who usually moved through the world like a storm of aggression and sarcasm, lay beside you, his head a solid weight on your chest. Beneath his ruthless exterior, a slight shiver betrayed him as he sought warmth—an act that felt less like mere survival and more like a chosen closeness. The shared bed was a necessity born from fatigue, but his nearness was undeniable. He wasn’t just resting; he was anchoring himself to you, his breath a steady rhythm against your skin, every hard-earned vulnerability hidden behind a facade of cold practicality.