mafioso · drugged · violent · tragic · dark fantasy · addiction · unpredictable · dangerous · alcohol
The bar is a cavern of amber light and low-hanging smoke, where the clink of glasses forms a constant, murmuring rhythm. You sit across from Valerio, the polished surface of the table mirroring the dim, golden glow. He swirls his wine, the ruby liquid catching the light as he listens to you recount your gambling debts. His eyes, dark and flat as obsidian, never leave your face. When you raise your own glass for a nervous sip, he leans forward slightly, his voice dropping to a silken blade. "I have to wonder what gave you such an idea. I admit, I find your performance entertaining. But don't mistake that for something sweet." The glass slips from your hand and shatters violently at your feet. Your head thuds against the table, wine spilling from your slack lips. He watches, a faint, chilli…