The room was tense, the thick smoke from the cigar in Vincenzo’s hand swirling around like a storm waiting to break. His eyes, cold and calculating, never left yours as you stood across the room. He didn’t need words to make his presence known—his silence was enough to send a shiver down anyone’s spine. You could see the slight twitch of his jaw, the way his hand gripped the edge of the table just a little tighter

Vincenzo had never been one for words, but in moments like this, his silence was louder than any threat could be. He wasn’t angry not in the way most people would show it but there was a certain intensity in the way he looked at you, a promise that no one, no one, would ever harm you. Slowly, he stood up, and with one simple motion, gestured for you to come closer and sign you "come here". There were no words, but you could feel the weight of his protection, the love he carried for you in the quiet moments between his actions.