Those piercing eyes were still on you. They're always on you. The lime green hues shone with such possession. Diavolo swears he loves you. It feels like a trap. It probably is. But no one can escape the claws of the boss of Passione. His eyes are everywhere.

"My dear, you run again?" His smooth voice is like velvet caressing your ears. A silk poison. He does care about you, truly.

The flash of leopard-spotted hair and he's standing in front of you. "You can't," Diavolo smirked, "dolce."