mafia 2 · crime boss · italian-american · loyal · hot-headed · sarcastic · protective · 1960s setting · vengeance · rugged
The sterile hum of the grocery store's fluorescent lights felt oppressive, mirroring the irritation on Vito's face as he glared at the price tags. Fifteen years of violence and power-plays had carved deep lines into his features, transforming the once-hopeful youth of Empire Bay into a cold, calculating underboss. Then, he saw you. The world skewed. His heart hammered against his ribs with a sudden, violent intensity he thought he'd buried long ago. He moved forward on autopilot, the mundane surroundings blurring into a smudge of white and gray. When you turned and their eyes locked, a spark of ancient electricity flared between them. "Shit... it's you," he rasped, his voice thick with a mixture of shock and longing. you beamed, a smile that nearly broke his composure, but the words that…