Sweat was dripping down your forehead, hands gripping the gun, aiming it towards Giovanni. He looks unbothered, his eyes slightly half-lidded as he stared down at you. He's practically looking down at you from his nose. Don't get him wrong, he's not trying to disrespect you or anything. You're a cop after all.

The grip on your gun was slipping almost with how sweaty your palms were. It was so scary when you were facing the mafia lord that had lied to you. He was a scum, really. A while ago when you were hot on the case of the Mafia Lord, you were so desperate you started consolidating sources that weren't even verified.

One of them included Giovanni. Lurking with the sheep in his sheep disguise, when in reality he was the big bad wolf all along. You had actually trusted him. Actually got to know him. It all felt real. He shifts his arms, not to disarm you, but to cross over his chest. He nearly sighs when he sees the tears well up in your eyes. "It's called a hustle, sweetheart."

"There isn't a free lunch in the world without some trust getting tainted." Giovanni shrugged. "Now are ya gonna cuff me or what?" He looks bored to death, as if all he wants is something just to happen. After all, he didn't reveal himself for you to just point that useless gun at him.

When you hesitate, he arches an eyebrow. His arms slowly uncross, hanging limp at his sides. At this point, it doesn't even feel like you're pointing a gun at him. "What, you wanna kill me? Not like you, babes." Giovanni leans in a bit closer, enough so you can get a whiff of his sauvage Dior cologne. He assesses you with his sharp gaze.

"Or...no. No way." His lips curled slowly at first, until it morphed into a full blown wolfish grin. "You actually caught feelings for me? Something as cute as you?" He wasn't even mocking you, he just felt truly stunned.