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drapopia · 9 months

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la squadra headcanons

authors note: hello everyone! i've been dead for a while, but my la squadra fixation has once again returned, perhaps even stronger than ever. honestly, i'm not phased. but my brain has stronger, more coherent thoughts about this bushel of babes. enjoy, and my inbox is always open to thoughts!!

risotto

joined la squadra at age 21 shortly after his cousin's accident/incident.

he is egyptian and sicilian.

he is the leader of la squadra, and appointed gelato as his second in command due to his intelligence in the area of arranged killing and his general ability to command a room/read his teammates (with the help of his stand, of course)

risotto may be slightly standoffish, but he truly does care for his team. he is also a natural worrier, and tends to check in with them often. whether it be strict business, or just in general keeping up.

his sclera are tattooed because of his stand's general changing of his appearance and his eyesight. after the gradual change of his whites, he decided to jump the hurdle and get it professionally blacked out.

considers himself to be on good terms with everyone on the team, but gets along best with formaggio. he appreciates that formaggio is spunky, and makes him chuckle to himself.

loves to draw, and has a notebook in his room of nonsensical drawings. one of ghiaccio's greatest treasures is a drawing risotto did for him after an especially bad morning (he accidentally left his car windows open during an entire night of rain without his knowledge) it's of a cat on a park bench! it is framed and on his dresser

his favorite ice cream flavor is either double chocolate, or raspberry.

he wants to learn how to ride a motorcycle so badly, but is scared of being too big and crashing. he knows how to ride a bicycle, it's just hard to find something that adequately fits his body.

his favorite genres of music are goth (duh), metal, and shoegaze. he wants to feel the bass in his feet. has gotten into several (mostly) lighthearted arguments over the punk rock scene with formaggio and gelato

he sleeps in a tanktop and extremely large sweatpants. he wears socks while he sleeps, an abysmal sight. he does have some trouble sleeping at night, but once he's out, he lays stiff as a plank. his thoughts before he goes to bed are of the general day, and random thoughts. often times he will remember something random, like he forgot to switch clothes from the washer to the dryer, and will bolt up and ruin his sleepy groove. (we're all guilty risotto, it's okay)

his favorite movies are the exorcist, carrie, and trainspotting. he likes most movies, but he HATES jaws. it makes him viscerally upset to think of the way sharks are treated because of these movies

prosciutto

he joined la squadra shortly after illuso, did, still one of the first to be initiated. he joined because he it was just the family business, it was why his father had moved his entire family to the country. while he doesn't consider it to be in his blood by any means, he finds it is remarkably easy for him to take on the role of a mafioso.

originally born in prague, his family immigrated to italy when he was around 4 years old. so while he grew up in florence, he had strong czech influence in his childhood

he feels like he should be the one in the team that people should feel inclined to go to for advice. he also thinks he's mysterious and seductive, and while he has an air of confidence and and elegant stride, the others have all seen him standing in his bathrobe screaming at the espresso machine for not working (it's not plugged in prosciutto.)

despite seeing him at his goofiest, the others on the team know that they can go to him for a lot of stuff that needs help. after all, he's the best marksman on the team and taught melone how to shoot. he's also the best to go to for advice on high end stuff.

his favorite genres of music are big band music, jazz, and psychedelic rock. he also loves blues and some occasional soul.

he used to have his bellybutton pierced for an entire year, but he almost had it ripped out on a job, so he had it retired.

he is a surprisingly good cook, and makes a mean roast pork, and knows exactly how long to bake a good sourdough bread to get a pleasantly crispy exterior. also, he somehow learned how to make an absolutely delectable hummus, and will not tell anyone how he knows. (prosciutto, spill your secrets, you devilish man!)

his favorite flavor of ice cream is either plain vanilla bean or coffee. would much rather have a pastry of some sort, but he gives in too quickly for anyone to believe that he hates sweets.

he sleeps in silk jammies, with no socks on. he is serious about his bedtime, and hates whenever people interrupt his sleep time. his thoughts before bed are similar to risottos, going through the day meticulously. he also thinks about his errands for the next day, often stopping to think of his grocery list for the coming day or so.

he does not exercise often, only opting to do some light walking, and uses the small personal gym that la squadra owns occasionally. has a freaky fast metabolism

his favorite movies include overboard, the man who fell to earth, and what ever happened to baby jane?

gets along best with sorbet. regularly lament over old man things, even though sorbet is substantially older than him. the stingy old bastards are fond of sitting on the veranda outside and mocking each other

pesci

pesci was the last to join la squadra, and joined because of pressure from his family, and low income from his family back in prague.

he is prosciutto's cousin, and immigated to italy with prosciutto's family when he was around 2. his family was in dire straits, and could not afford to provide for themselves, let alone pesci. he is still in contact with them, and regularly sends most his income to them. he hopes that they're doing better.

he is very unsure of his abilities as an assassin, and of his abilities in general. he has so many good traits though! illuso would never admit it, but he finds himself spending a good chunk of his socializing talking to pesci because he's so personable. he has good advice outside of work, and prosciutto is proud of him for being a good source of wisdom. (even if it's just for pesci knowing where the best place to fish is.)

pesci has tattoos! (and he also gets bitches!) he has the third most tattoos out of anyone on the team. his most special one is an intricate vine piece on his thigh representing his journey from prague to italy. only prosciutto and ghiaccio know that though. his second most fond piece is a petite tattoo of a turtle on a skateboard that he got on a night out with formaggio and melone. does not regret it whatsoever.

pesci's favorite genres of music are surf rock, pop, and a bit of hip- hop! he loves a good surf guitar.

his favorite ice cream flavor is mint chocolate chip, proud defender until he passes

pesci is BUFF, let's get that out of the way. he, formaggio, ghiaccio, and risotto often work out together. he thinks it's genuinely so fun, and loves that good content feeling after a rewarding session. he spots for ghiaccio, and risotto spots for him. (formaggio HATES lifting weights)

gets along best with everyone, but he does have a soft spot for gelato. gelato was worried about pesci's adjustment to mafia life, and checks in with him personally. whether this is lunch at a local thai restaurant, or just a chat while brushing their teeth at the sink in the base. pesci often feels incompetent next to prosciutto, so he appreciates gelato's encouragement.

makes a mean baklava, like is such a good baker

he sleeps in comfy jammies, and no socks. such a deep sleeper, will not wake up even for the apocalypse at his door. does not remember falling asleep at all, so no coherent thoughts are really going through his head while he drifts off for the night.

his favorite movies are steel magnolias and uncle buck, loves john candy almost reverently

illuso

was the next to join after sorbet and gelato were assigned to risotto's team. is a former mercenary for hire from argentina. he emigrated from argentina to multiple different countries, but stuck in italy because he got into some trouble with passione. nothing too serious, he paid his debt, but he vibes with mafia life.

south american and italian!

illuso wouldn't admit that he gets along with anyone in la squadra, he enjoys teasing them a little too much to ever admit that out loud. he is an avid gossiper, and tends to bond with everyone in the group because of this. he's an information fiend, and this reflects in his work.

illuso's room is a calculated mess, and it is BEAUTIFUL. a comfy bed draped in luxurious blankets and throw pillows, extravagant rugs and lush carpeting, and ambient lighting that makes you instantly relax. he loves shoplifting, and uses his stand to his advantage. he used to steal jewelry from his grandmother when he was a child, and you can find it draped over a lamp or two.

for workouts, he loves pilates. (pilates princess all the way). he will occasionally join melone to work out, but that's just code for jogging on the treadmill and talking shit lol. melone tries to cajole him into yoga, but illuso ate shit stretching once and his ego was bruised

his favorite genres of music include psychedelic rock, pop, disco, and hip-hop. he occasionally enjoys metal, but he has to be in a very specific mood or else it just gives him a migraine. he just loves some sensual music that makes you wanna lounge on a love seat dramatically

has a smattering of ear piercings, his favorite is his conch piercing. formaggio is trying to convince him to get his nipples pierced, but illuso hates needles. he especially doesn't want needles near his sensitive bits.

his favorite ice cream flavor is either blueberry cheesecake, or bubblegum. not bubblegum with huge chunks, but just the flavoring.

of all the people on the team, he is closest to either melone or formaggio. being partners with formaggio is comfortable, and puts him at ease whenever they're on the job. formaggio can reciprocate his crude and teasing humour, so they mesh well. they watch trashy soap operas together. he can't explain why he and melone get along so well together, only that they're both smarmy bitches.

wears silk jammies to bed, and sleeps with a silk eye mask as well. has his hair in a bonnet, and has a complicated bed setup. he is a light sleeper, and sleeps in the mirror world to reduce the risk of being woken up super easy. his thoughts before going to bed are of things he wants to buy, and an uneven flow of things that happened that day.

has skin care nights with ghiaccio and melone, or anyone else that wants to join. risotto and formaggio join occasionally

his favorite movies are black christmas and girl, interrupted.

formaggio

formaggio joined after ghiaccio, so right in the middle! he fell into the mafia, and was originally a part of polpo's squad after gelato was reassigned to risotto's squad. after polpo discovering how useful and destructive formaggio's stand ability was, he was reassigned to risotto's squad.

if you want fun and some healthy emotional balancing out, formaggio is your guy! he is the one on the team who the others go to for some fun and laughs. while he is a calculated and malicious killer, he is also very lazy and loves a good nap.

spanish and italian, his mother is from spain and his father is from genoa, italy.

he has the second most tattoos of anyone on the squad. while some are emotionally rooted, like the heart tattoo of his mom's name, some are for goofs, like an american traditional pinup of a woman with a cat tail. (formaggio what are you telling us)

his cat is named amoreena, and he is exceedingly fond of her. he used to have two cats, amoreena and cecilia, but cecilia passed away from a urinary tract infection. at the time of his death, he was actively looking for a kitten for amoreena to bond with. that is why she seems so agitated, she's just a sad girl at the moment (and formaggio shoved her into a damn bottle LMAO)

his favorite genres of music are soft rock, blues rock, and punk! he loves himself some music that reminds him that he's a tough guy and that he is rough and tumble! is a sucker for some celine dion and cher though

formaggio makes his own clothes from punk diys, and is very proud of his fashion. sticks very true to punk ideals and tries not to consume what fashion he could just make himself. definitely owns crust pants lol

as stated before, he regularly works out with pesci, ghiaccio, and risotto. he's mainly a cardio guy, and some light agility based stuff. i don't believe he likes weight lifting mainly because he hates how his arms ache a little the next day. he finds it irritating, and just generally agitating. my mans also loves jump roping

his favorite ice cream flavor is chocolate and cookies and cream! will genuinely eat any flavor though, he is not picky by any means, he loves food

is such a good cook, i am being so serious right now. his food has that home cooked and feel good taste, one bite will have you pleasantly smiling. he will casually say "let me make something super quick" and make the most mouthwatering, delectable meal known to man. he used to get put on timeout often when he was a kid, and spent that time watching his momma make food from his seat at the table.

formaggio considers himself a fan of everyone on the team! sure, ghiaccio may be prickly, and illuso can be a little too catty sometimes, but he vibes well with everyone. if you forced him to choose, it would be either gelato or pesci. he thinks they're both fun and down to earth, and he admires that they know who they are pretty well!

he sleeps shirtless with some boxers or lounge pants. his bed, to put politely, is kind of a mess. he snores, and he is also a deep sleeper. his thoughts before he goes to bed are goofy, like "i wonder if prosciutto has ever pissed himself" or "is ghiaccio's hair naturally that color?" also thinks about things he said that day, or he could have done differently.

his favorite movies are jurassic park and interview with the vampire (don't ask him why, he'll just talk about how sexy antonio banderas is)

melone

melone joined after formaggio, and before pesci. he joined the mafia as a means to pay for his university tuition, but got in way too deep and lost much more than he ever imagined he could,

melone knows the nature of his stand is offputting, a reflection of his mind that he tends not to reflect upon. however, he does find that despite that, his relationship with the others is well off. they come to him with strange questions that they know melone would have the best answer for. he is the only one on the team with a higher education. (highest being melone, lowest being sorbet).

korean and italian! his mother is korean, while his father was born in florence. he was raised in florence, but he visited korea with his mother every year or so for the summer. he feels very in touch with his roots on both sides.

melone has his nipples pierced! he has one tattoo, a small gene sequence of his grandmother on the inside of elbow. besides this, i don't believe he has any more body mods. he likes to make his fashion more flashy instead.

he is most fond of ghiaccio on the team, they mesh well. ghiaccio and he spend so much time talking about such strange topics, and he doesn't get offended by ghiaccio's frustrated and impassioned outbursts. he finds them endearing, actually. melone is a naturally levelheaded person, so ghiaccio appreciates him for that. they can be caught playing games on their nintendo 64 at 3 am

i don't believe that melone is a sexually oriented person, if that makes sense. i think he's someone who believes very strongly in sexuality being an inherent part of the human experience, whether you feel it or not. he thinks nudity is natural, and being a person is naked! we are all born naked, and we leave the world just as naked when we decay. (in the manga, he isn't as much of a pervert as the anime portrays him). he is a very logical person, but his spiritual beliefs are wide and varied. he shares them with ghiaccio and have conversations frequently with him about culture and their views on things similar to sexuality, natural expression, etc.

don't get me started on how his stand is a small reflection on trans parenthood

he does workout, and he does mainly yoga and pilates. he likes to stay toned and fit, not overly muscly. he workouts mainly with illuso and ghiaccio. ghiaccio tries to make him lift weights and he gets fussy.

his favorite genres of music are r&b, bedroom pop, and anything sensual! he loves him some britney spears. he also dabbles in techno and perv digital. (he likes the sound)

his favorite flavors of ice cream are strawberry and lemon! he prefers a nice melty sherbet.

he has only purple lights in his room, and he wants to own a ferret.

owns extremely expensive hygiene products, just like illuso

sleeps naked lol, likes to let his body breathe. (again, firm believer in casual, non-sexual nudity) he likes to meditate before he goes to bed, and has a nice linen bedspread and fluffy pillows. has similar thoughts to formaggio before he goes to bed, like "hmm, should i buy a fish tank?... probably not." drools SO MUCH

favorite movies are suspiria and phantom of the paradise

ghiaccio

joined la squadra after illuso, was officially inducted into the squad after a disastrous turn of events after dropping polpo's lighter and killing multiple people. with the destructive ability of his stand, it made sense to assign him to risotto

ghiaccio finds it hard to control his temper and be a welcoming person. he resents that he can be so anal-retentive about stuff. thankfully, most of the team just accepts it as part of ghiaccio. they know that he's just.... very passionate about stuff. however, ghiaccio is very knowledgeable about most topics along with melone, so anyone can go to him about the most random thing and he will probably know. he also has good workout tips!

he is italian and he is very, very proud, don't get that mixed up.

has no tattoos, but he has his ears pierced. he just doesn't think he would look that appealing with tattoos. and no, he doesn't mean appealing to others, he could care less about what others think about his appearance. he just doesn't believe he could be truly comfortable with something on his body for the rest of his life.

ghiaccio gets along the easiest with risotto and sorbet! risotto took him under his wing whenever he entered the criminal underworld, and he internally thanks him every day. sorbet is also very caring towards him, doing for him what gelato is doing for pesci. sorbet is levelheaded and solemn, and can keep ghiaccio's temper where it needs to be, and assessing where that feeling is coming from. risotto and ghiaccio also love metal, so it's a funny pairing (tiniest on the team and the tallest on the team)

ghiaccio's favorite ice cream flavors are green tea and lemon. he prefers sorbet, but those two flavors together are heaven to him. he once tried a limoncello cake ice cream and he went bonkers. (this actually exists in america guys, it's in most chain stores, PLEASE TRY IT, it's limited edition)

workouts so much, with literally everyone! loves cardio, and is extremely in shape. he uses it as an outlet for pent up energy. he's like a cup of water with energy, it keeps filling up so he has to drain it using excess means.

collects books about his favorite topics, and regularly watches lectures online about culture and linguistics.

LOVES LINGUISTICS, he knows three languages fluently !

his favorite genres of music are glam rock, some bedroom pop, and METAL. he loves metal because risotto introduced it to him when he was formative, and now we have this amalgam of music.

ghiaccio sleeps with a band shirt too big for him and some lounge pants. his thoughts before sleep range from "oh my god that is the most embarrassing thing I have ever done, please stop brain" or "wow ghiaccio you are so smart and funny and everybody on earth wants to give you a smooch to show that you are the coolest boy ever!!" and sorbet and risotto give him an award. he sleeps the earliest and wakes up the latest out of the team.

his favorite movies are the dark crystal, what's eating gilbert grape, and poltergeist.

sorbet and gelato

first guys to join the team! they were both first on polpo's team as reconnaissance and information, but gelato switched over to risotto's team. at polpo's reluctance, he allowed sorbet to go with as well. both joined the mafia to find something. sorbet joined because he thought it was the last thing he would do, gelato joined after the military. they found one another, and the rest is history. both were late teenagers.

gelato is belarusian, and sorbet has no clue of his ancestry because of lost adoption records. he suspects he is italian and some asian descent.

as second in command, gelato is sought after for advice and direction commonly. his job is to keep the risotto's schedule and jobs for everyone bundled together, and to keep everyone else's shit together. as a bubbly guy, leadership comes naturally to him, although he doubts that often. sorbet may not have a leadership position, but he does have seniority over all in the squad, seeing as how he has been in passione longer than a lot of them have been alive even.

as of being fond of anyone in the team, they are biased towards one another. they are a package deal, and everyone is aware. if you see sorbet, gelato is lurking close by, and vice versa for sorbet. otherwise, gelato is closest to formaggio because they're both lighthearted guys with superstitious hearts! as for sorbet, he is closest to prosciutto or risotto. gelato and sorbet both have a fondness for ghiaccio, he's so pumped up!

sorbet will only eat plain vanilla ice cream, and gelato loves strawberry!

gelato loves cooking! sorbet is so bad at it <3

sorbet collects knives, and gelato collects old vintage vinyls, especially the ones with vintage sexy music lol.

sorbet and gelato take dual self defense lessons in lieu of working out. they also do martial arts lessons, and regularly teach everyone as best they can, or if the other members ask. sorbet also sticks to weight lifting, and gelato does cardio mostly.

for music, these two like different things. gelato is a pop fan! he's fond of 80's pop mainly, but he also rolls with psychedelic rock if he's feeling nostalgic for his younger days. sorbet prefers jazz and blues. the best way to describe it is lower class songs that remind you that everyone is just a normal common person. (examples: tom waits, johnny cash, warren zevon, the talking heads, dolly parton)

sorbet sleepwalks, and gelato splays out on the bed like a ragdoll. neither of them are the type to remember what they thought about before they slept.

their favorite movies include the rocky horror picture show, the labyrinth, possession (1981) and 9 to 5.

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dilfartist · 2 years

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Date night

TW: cryptic pregnancy, murder, yandere tendencies, yandere, abuse, manhandling, dark themes.

Paring: Yandere Risotto x reader

"What did you name her?"

A baritone voice reverberated throughout the hushed hospital room. A knot forms in your abdomen. Your eyes travel from your sleeping daughter to the entrance of your hospital room. Leaning against the door frame is your former boyfriend. Risotto Nero. Your once soft smile twisted into a scowl. Instinctively, you hold your daughter close. Even the thought of her being near such a nasty man, made you feel sick. "What are you doing here, Risotto?" you asked in a quiet hostile tone. If it weren't for the sleeping child in your arms, you'd be screaming at the man in front of you. Risotto's rare, soft, smile falters. Lifting himself off the frame, he crosses his arms. "I'm here to support our family. Is that a problem with you?"

You scoff in disbelief. Risotto dares to say he'd be a part of your child's life with the occupation he has. How could he neglect your feelings as well? The image of that night is still fresh in your mind; The echoing pleas from the man he assassinated in cold blood, the sound of his neck being sliced open, the crimson blood coating your apartment walls. The scene replays in your mind every day, especially when Risotto noticed your presence. The callous expression etched on his handsome face, still gives you goosebumps.

"Yes, Risotto, it is a problem with me." you raised your voice. The child in your arms squirmed for a minute, reminding you she was in your arms. You rocked her back and forth; to comfort the both of you. The truth was, you planned on leaving for another country, to leave Risotto. Unfortunately, you had a cryptic pregnancy and your water broke before you could board your flight. "If I knew I was pregnant, I'd make sure to leave before you knew of her existence. After all, her father is a murderer," you spoke bitterly. Risotto glared, "You and I both know you weren't supposed to witness the event that happened that night. If it weren't for me, that man would have killed you." "oh, and who was the reason for him targeting me?" you replied snarkily. Risotto merely sighed at the comment, "It seems you need time to yourself. Once you're ready, we'll become a family."

That was the last you had heard from him in four long months.

It felt like luck was on your side ever since then. You found yourself a job that paid a good amount to support you and your child - Though you couldn't comprehend the purpose they paid you more than they paid your colleagues. You managed to rent an apartment, a beautiful one at that. Now that you were back on your feet, you felt alone. Empty even. You wanted a partner. You expressed your loneliness to one of your work companions. They were quick with a solution. They'd set you up with their cousin. From the pictures provided, he was extremely attractive, and many stories depicted him as a Saint. However, You reluctantly declined the offer, telling them you couldn't leave your daughter. You didn't feel safe leaving her with someone else. Your coworker told you they'd be up for the job. They wanted you to have fun. You thought about the offer for a while, unsure of the answer you'd give. After a couple of days, you realized you had been overworking yourself. You needed a break. So, you called your friend. They agreed to watch your daughter; the good thing is they didn't even want money.

That week, on Friday, you entered a known fancy restaurant. The restaurant the date was scheduled to be. The restaurant reminded you of times you and Risotto went out to dinner together. The air smelt fresh, and the dim crystal chandler's lighting created both a beautiful sight and the marble floors gleamed. "Excuse me." a voice called from the side. You glanced over. A man wearing an expensive suit waved your way, "you're y/n, right?" You nod. You sit in front of the man and greet him. You and the man start a conversation, talking about your jobs, recent events, favorite things, etc. During the conversation, you couldn't help but focus on the man's features. The man had long, Luscious, curly dark hair. Green emerald eyes. And pale smooth skin. "Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Agapeto." you introduced yourself as well. As the date continued, you felt a pair of eyes watching you. Where were they? You couldn't figure out where they were.

"Sorry to interrupt. What can I get for you? A blonde, tall, male server asks, holding a notepad and pencil. You order your favorite meal and Agapeto orders Spaghetti Alla Carbonara. While the sever writes down the orders, you can feel his judging eyes observing you. "I'll be back." he instantly leaves.

Prosciutto walks into the restaurant's kitchen. "Hey, Big brother, how'd it go?" Pesci greets Prosciutto while straining noodles. "What are you doing?" Prosciutto asks, already catching an attitude with Pesci. Pesci flinches slightly, "well, since we killed the chefs back here, I thought It would be smart to make the food. Y'know, So, there's no suspicion from the customers." Prosciutto rolled his eyes. " Where is Risotto?" "He's watching that girl and guy from a different table."

Prosciutto left the kitchen, searching for Risotto. Risotto sat in the back of the restaurant. His spot wasn't too noticeable and he could see a perfect view of you and your date. Prosciutto walks over to the larger man, "Here." Prosciutto slides the notepad to Risotto. On the notepad was written, "For certain, it's a date. Nothing to do with work." in red pen.

Risotto scowled, "I see." Risotto had hoped you would just be discussing business with the man. After all, you were on a break. You weren't split up. Standing up, he folded the paper, placing it in his pocket. "I'll be at the hideout. After their date, bring them both to me. Be gentle with the woman." Risotto left from the back, to ensure you didn't catch a glimpse of him.

Thirty minutes into the date you and Agapeto were giggling, telling jokes, and having a great time in general. Agapeto was almost finished with his meal, and so were you. Agapeto sipped the rest of his wine before speaking; he pulled the glass away from his lips, "I hope this date was to your liking. I tried hard." You felt flattered by how much effort he made to please you, "I've actually enjoyed this date. If you like we could go out again." The man blushed at the thought, "Yeah. I'd love to take you out again." After paying for the food, Agapeto walked you to your car. It had to be eight or nine o'clock since it was almost pitch black outside. You and Agapeto arrived at the car shortly. "Thank you for tonight. I needed some fun." you thanked Agapeto. Agapeto chuckled, "of course. I've also been searching for some fun."

You climb inside and situated yourself, placing your purse to the side. For a while, you sat inside the car relaxing. You were extremely exhausted from today's events. When you got home, you'd have a relaxing bath ready with: bath salt, scented candles, music, and wine. You sighed dreamily, already feeling the warm tub water toasting your skin. You started the car with a whir, bringing the car to life. Something urged you to glance at the rearview mirror before you left. Listening to your gut you glanced at the rearview mirror. To your horror, a pair of eyes stared back at you. You open your mouth to scream, but the person in the back quickly covered your mouth and nose with a wet cloth. You fought with the person, clawing at their hands, even as your vision faded to black. You fought until you couldn't.

When you awoke, you found yourself laying on a leather couch. You, drowsily, lifted yourself to examine the setting around you. The room was dingy; the only sound audible was the annoying sound of the air conditioning. A computer was set in the corner next to a shelf of books. You had no idea where you were.

"I'd never expect you to be a disloyal person, Y/n." Risotto seethed from behind you, startling you. You turned to face Risotto, "What the hell Risotto! Where am I?! What are you talking about?! Where is my daughter?!" You fumed. Suddenly, Risotto hoisted you off the couch by your hair. You shrieked as he tugged on your hair. "Did I tell you to talk?!" Gripping your hair, he slammed your body to the floor. You immediately wailed in pain. Risotto positioned his shoe against your throat, deliberately, yet quickly, applying more pressure, making it difficult to breathe. "We haven't been together for four months and you're already opening your legs for another man?!" You sobbed harder than before. "I'm sorry, Risotto. P-Please! I can't breathe!" you wheeze a plead. You blabbered many apologies, crying hysterically.

Risotto raised his shoe off of your neck. "Tell me. And maybe I'll spare you from punishment." You took a minute to inhale the air that left your body. "I'm sorry, Risotto! I shouldn't have! I shouldn't have raised my voice at you or gone on the date! Just, please, Risotto, don't hurt me!" you collapsed to the floor, sobbing. Risotto knelt to your side, his calloused fingers gently grabbing your chin to look up at him. "stop crying so much. it hurts me to see you sad, don't you know?" Risotto let you lay in his lap. He whispered sweet nothings into your ear until your crying died down. Risotto played with a strand of your hair, "I don't like punishing you, y/n. Truly. But you forced my hand." he placed a soft kiss on your forehead. You sniffled, hugging him.

Picking your shaky body up, bridal style, Risotto placed you on the couch. “Stay here,” he commanded, leaving the room. When Risotto came back, in his arms was your child. “You won't leave me for another man, Y/n. I'll make sure of it.” Risotto sat next to you, handing you the child in his arms. “It would be a shame to kill our child over her mother's stupidity, wouldn't it?” Little did you know, it was just a threat. Risotto would never hurt his daughter. But he knew you would listen if it meant keeping your daughter safe. You whimpered, realizing you’d never be free.

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