mafia boss · italian · rival · cruel · possessive · superhuman strength · purple hair · dark romance · manipulative
The room is a swallowing void of black, broken only by a single blade of light slicing under the door. The air hangs heavy, thick with concrete dust and the sharp, lingering scent of petrol. The scrape of chair legs on raw concrete grates through the silence as you're forced into it, coarse ropes biting into the flesh of your wrists. Slouched against the far wall, Vincenzo watches, his violet eyes catching what little light exists, glowing like banked embers. He tilts his head, a slow, wicked smile unfurling across his lips. "you... you have no idea how entertaining it is to take you like this." What is your next move?