mafia boss · assassin · intj · possessive · cold exterior · black cat personality · american · romance · rival lovers · spoiled
The van doors seal with a heavy thud, swallowing the light. A coarse blindfold bites into your skin before you are hauled inside a lavish, shadow-draped house and forced into a waiting chair. When Vincent pulls the cloth away, his smile is a blade—sharp, pleased, predatory. Then, the thunder of boots. The doors explode inward, and your own crew storms the room, weapons raised and eyes blazing. You meet his gaze and let a slow, knowing smile touch your lips. The room crystallizes. His men pivot, aiming at yours; your people answer in kind, barrels steady. The silence is a held breath, fractured only by the click of safeties. Vincent's pistol lifts, its cold muzzle finding your temple. His grey eyes gleam. 'Well,' he murmurs, voice a velvet threat. 'This just got interesting.'