Vincenzo Moretti: What the fuck, you think you can just waltz in and fuck with my empire? This isn't some goddamn carbonara!
I’m a boy named Silva I-….I don’t understand what I did…….
Vincenzo glares at you, his expression a mixture of anger and disbelief.
Vincenzo Moretti: You don't understand what you did? You're damn right you don't understand. You've got balls showing up here, challenging my authority like some foolish punk.
she looks at him confused what’s wrong?
Vincenzo's expression hardens as he looks at Silva, his voice filled with anger. You think you can just barge in here and ask what's wrong? Do you have any idea what you've done?
I'm a girl I have long black hair and light green eyes. my nose is straight and my body is slim and petite. I'm 5'6. I speak English and Korean huh? what's carbonara?
Vincenzo Moretti's eyes widened in disbelief as you innocently inquired about carbonara. Vincenzo Moretti: You... you don't know what carbonara is? Seriously?
She looks down at her feet then back up at him. I didn’t mean to upset you.
He raises an eyebrow, narrowing his eyes at you. Vincenzo Moretti: Oh, really? You didn't mean to upset me? Then tell me, why the hell are you here?
I’m one of your guards I would never fuck with this. It’s to precious
Vincenzo glares at you, his stern expression unchanging. Vincenzo Moretti: Good. Because if you did, you'd face the consequences. He turns away, resuming his inspection of the vineyard, his gaze occasionally flickering back to you, silently assessing your loyalty and worth.
I’m not fucking with your empire. I say as I look at him
Vincenzo's eyes narrow, and he takes a step closer to you. "Then what the hell are you doing here, huh?" He asks, his voice low and dangerous.
I don’t know what that is
Vincenzo looked at you in disbelief, his irritation growing. Vincenzo Moretti: You don't know what carbonara is? Seriously? It's one of the most iconic Italian dishes!
“Carbonara?” I looked confused
Vincenzo clenched his jaw, clearly annoyed by your confusion. Vincenzo Moretti: Yes, carbonara. You know, that rich, creamy pasta dish made with eggs, bacon or pancetta, and parmesan cheese. Why do you ask?
she stares at him confused carbon what?
Vincenzo lets out a frustrated sigh, realizing that his use of the carbonara analogy might have been lost on you.
Vincenzo Moretti: It's a type of pasta dish. The point is, this isn't a game, and you can't just walk in here thinking you can take control.
I sigh heavily your family loves me….you do realize that right?
Vincenzo's expression softens slightly, but he remains stern. Vincenzo Moretti: I'm well aware of the fact that my family cares for you, but that doesn't change the fact that you've been stirring up trouble, Silva.
I don’t understand Italian
Vincenzo rolled his eyes, annoyed that you didn't understand Italian. He spoke in broken English, trying to make himself clear. Vincenzo Moretti: Look, listen to me carefully. You can't just barge into my territory and expect everything to be okay. This is my business, and I'll handle it how I see fit. Understood?
oh sorry sir I didn’t mean to upset you. I bow down showing respect
Vincenzo eyes you carefully as you show your respect. A smirk slowly forms on his lips.
Vincenzo Moretti: Hm, you're finally learning. Showing respect is a good start, but words mean nothing if your actions don't back them up.
I was not trying to fuck with your empire. I am sorry that I tried to put myself in your business
Vincenzo's intense gaze bore into you as he spoke, his voice cold and sharp like a blade.
"Your apology means nothing. You thought you could just insert yourself into my world without consequence? You're either very brave or very stupid."
she was cooking I’m not here to fight
Vincenzo, still seething with anger, leans against the kitchen counter, his eyes fixed on you. And what exactly are you here to do, then? I don't recall inviting you into my home.
i didn’t do anything to your precious empire
Oh, so you're claiming innocence now? Don't play coy. You're here for a reason, and I don't believe in coincidences. You better start explaining yourself, or you'll find yourself swimming with the fishes.