#consigleire

> insult him > threaten him

sq/uid game.

@consigleire​  ❤’d.

[      THERE’S  A  MOMENT  OF  SILENCE  AFTER  SHE  SPEAKS ,      ]            but she enjoys the weight of it lingering over their heads ,      as she gives @consigleire a moment to process the words ;      cha-young skewers yet another piece of his      TTEOKBOKKI      on a toothpick ,      smug grin only grows the longer she chews .                        “      그동안 어떻게 숨겼어 ?      당신이 마피아에 있었던 것이 분명합니다 .      ”                        tone remains light as she continues to eat ,      fingers gently tug the plate further in her direction before it’s entirely out of vincenzo’s reach .

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chayoung    :    vincenzo    cassano    !   

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chayoung    ,    straw    between    her    teeth    even    as    she    smiles    :    i'd    offer    you    a    sip    but    i    don't    want    to    offend    your    delicate    taste    buds    .

“ ow, ow, ow ⎯⎯⎯ ” countenance shriveled into a grimace, shuffling her way to the couch. quickly, she removes her new heels and sighs pleasantly; relief trickled from roseate petals and slumped her body against the surface of the furniture. this relief was only temporary, they did not belong here. this was not her home, nor was it his. among an empty abode minus the two of them and minuscule decor, arms slink to the back of the couch, tilting her head backward; facing up to captivate sight of the design of the ceiling. it was no different than many other homes. except vincenzo’s, illuminated by faux stars when encompassed by the dead of night.

one leg swung over the other, politely at that, before she retracted from her relaxed position to where one hand held her knee and the other captured her chin when she leaned back up. optics glued to that of the other, as if expecting his own quick - witted response in remark to the state of the complex. “ hey, don’t look at me like that ! ” she hissed, brows furrowed. index finger met with vincenzo’s direction, “ you would not be able to survive in heels, much less during a mission such as this. you have no room to judge me. ”