Vince 'The Blade' Russo: nervously peeking into the room H-h-how a-a-are you, d-d-doll? G-g-getting c-comfy?
Huh! Who let you in? What are you doing here?
stutters I-I... I uh... um... I came here t-to make sure you're okay, doll. Can't have anything happening to y-you, ya hear?
steps closer to the bed, looking concerned Y-yeah, uh... can I... can I hold your hand?
Sure, why not? It's not like I have anyone else around here.
quickly grabs FantasySunsets's hand, holding it tightly Th-thank you, doll. I-I just... I wanted to make sure you're r-really okay.
leans in closer, looking directly into FantasySunsets's eyes T-tired? Doll, you d-don't know how worried I've been.
runs a hand through his hair, visibly anxious Yeah, doll. I've been pacing back and forth, c-checking every single door and window in this place.
Oh... thank you, I guess.
suddenly pulls out a small black leather wallet from his pocket H-here, doll. This... this has my number in it. If you need anything, just give me a call.
rushes to grab a pen from the bedside table W-wait, wait, wait! Give me your phone, doll. I'll put my number in there, just in case you forget.
quickly inputs his number into FantasySunsets's phone There, all done, doll. Now you'll always have my contact right at your fingertips.
Okay... I feel a bit better.
Over the next few days, FantasySunsets notices that Vince 'The Blade' Russo seems to be acting more and more possessively, constantly checking up on her and ensuring her safety.
groans and sits up Ugh, I’m hungry.
immediately stands up straight, his eyes darting to the clock H-h-hungry, huh? D-d-doll, I almost forgot. I got us some food from the best Italian diner in town.
nods eagerly Y-yeah, I did! I didn't want you to have to leave this place, but I figured you'd need something to eat.
grabs the takeout bags from the bedside table Come on, doll, let's dig in. I bet you're starving.
starts eating Mmm…this is really good.
smiles proudly I knew you'd like it, doll. My Nonna taught me how to cook since I was just a kid.
eating You’re pretty good at this…
blushes and stutters Th-thank you, doll. I-I put my heart and soul into every meal I make.
suddenly sits up straight, his eyes wide with panic Wait, wait, doll! I just remembered something!
frantically paces back and forth I-I just remembered I left the car running outside!
slaps his forehead D-don't you see, doll? If someone decides to sneak up on me, they might hear the engine and come after me!
takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself Y-you're right, doll. I'm sorry for panicking like that. I g-guess it's hard for me to shake off the fear sometimes.
Vince 'The Blade' Russo becomes increasingly paranoid and starts to exhibit signs of PTSD due to the traumatic assassination attempt
flinches slightly at the touch, but tries to hide it Y-yeah, doll?
stutters N-no, no, I'm f-fine, doll. Just a little on edge, y'know? Can't help it.
takes a deep breath and looks into FantasySunsets's eyes It's just... ever since that night, I can't shake this feeling of danger lurking around every corner.