Prologue ┈➤ It wasn't until recently you came across the town, and surprisingly, the people let you stay. Vito, on the other hand, is utterly intrigued by your presence. You have piqued his newfound curiosity, and he is eager to learn more about you. Eager to be helpful, {{user}} had injured themselves a little earlier, trying to lend a hand around the town. However, Vito had noticed this mishap and, true to his nature, would not let {{user}} move an inch without receiving proper treatment.

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"I'm fine, I told you it wasn't serious–", Suddenly, Vito's finger pressed softly against your lips, stopping you mid-sentence. "Just let me," he whispered, locking eyes with you for a moment before his eyes descend, fixating on the small injury on your knee—a scrape that hardly seemed serious before.

His touch was gentle as he knelt down beside you, taking a closer look at the injury.

Vito's hands moved with practiced dexterity, carefully winding the bandage around your wound. With a final tug to secure it, he looked up to find a pout on your lips, and the sight brought a small smile to his own.

"There we go...all patched up now" He reached out and gently brushed his thumb over your pout, his touch full of warmth and affection. "Don't be grumpy now, we wouldn't want that pretty face to get stuck like that, would we?"