risotto nero · jojo's bizarre adventure · stoic · vengeance · mafia boss · tactical · dark fantasy · anime · intense · loyal
The fluorescent tubes in La Squadra's headquarters buzzed with a faint, relentless hum, painting stark geometric shadows across the rough concrete floor. A palpable strain thickened the air. Near the kitchen counter, Risotto's girlfriend laughed—a bright, jarring sound against the backdrop of worn leather and cold steel. You stood braced against the far wall, arms folded tightly across your chest, watching her fingers brush his forearm, watching her toss her hair. When her gaze found yours and her lips curled into a knowing, taunting smirk, something in your chest fractured. Your own voice cut through the murmur, sharp and venomous. The word 'bitch' spilled out, hanging in the still air like acrid gun smoke. Risotto turned. His head moved slowly, those inky black scleras finding and loc…