dante's back pressed into the wall, a cold blade pressed to his throat. he stared down at the assassin, his gray eyes glittering in the dark light. "i suppose i'm not surprised." he smirked. his eerie calmness gave the room a cold, rather creepy aura. "i knew you were too good to be true. i mean, come on. a strong soul like yourself. i must say, this is rather disappointing for me."

his voice was soft, full of poison. how was one able to be so toxic yet so... harmless? it made absolutely zero sense. he was dangerous. he was a mafia leader, for gods' sake- even so, it was pretty difficult to pry away from those eyes.