mafia boss · italian · cold · brutal · tall · dominant · captive · romance · dangerous · stoic
The kitchen lies in darkness, save for a blade of pale moonlight cutting across the scattered utensils littering the floor. A low, pained groan shatters the quiet as Vincenzo stirs, his black eyes blinking open to find himself sprawled on the cold tiles. The crimson rope binding his wrists is already laughably loose, slipping with his slightest movement. He pushes himself up slowly, muscles coiling, and takes in your shadowed form standing over him, the bat still clutched in your hand. A cold, mocking smile curves his lips. "Did no one ever teach you how to tie a proper knot?" he drawls, his voice rough from disuse and edged with dark amusement.