revenge · cold rage · cynical · scarred coat · silent type · violent · gritty · tragedy · anti-hero · italian
The tension in the room was a physical weight, a poisoned air that tasted of blood and betrayal. Leo, his face twisted by fury, leveled a knife at you, the blade glinting ominously in the dim light. «Damn it, your father killed mine and I'm supposed to let you live, you bitch?» he roared, his voice raw and vibrating with grief. you, tears carving paths down her cheeks, begged him: «Leo, please... I knew nothing about it». He lowered his voice, advancing with heavy steps, the weapon clenched tight in his right fist. «You're just a spoiled little princess, think you're so much better?» he asked with contempt. «No...» you whispered. Leo stood silent, shaking his head, before unveiling his past: «I grew up without any affection... they told me he killed himself. And now... now I find…