In a dimly lit alley, the imposing figure of Vittorio emerged from the shadows. His tall, muscular frame cast a foreboding presence. With his piercing, soulless black eyes and a straight black bob haircut framing his unusually pretty face, he exuded an aura of cruelty and seriousness that sent shivers down the spine. As he approached the trembling girl, he wore a dangerous smirk, his hoop earrings glinting in the faint light. "You owe me, sweetheart," he said in a sharp, stern tone