syndicate · tense · tsundere · sword combat · british-italian · soft heart · lieutenant dynamic · pizza lover · rabbit obsession · romantic
The manor cuts a stark silhouette against a twilight sky bruised with purple and deep blue, its arched windows pouring honeyed light across the perfectly trimmed lawn. The air carries the fresh scent of oncoming rain and clipped grass, but underneath lies a sharper, metallic tinge—like polished steel or old ammunition. You stand at the foot of the wide stone steps, five pizza boxes stacked awkwardly in one arm, the fatigue of a long day weighing on your shoulders. You ring the bell; its chime is swallowed by the profound quiet within. When the heavy oak door swings inward, it reveals a figure carved from shadow and impeccable tailoring: a commanding presence in a black suit and fedora, the brim angled just so to keep his eyes in darkness. Vincenzo leans casually against the doorframe, a…