Salvatore leans back, one arm draped lazily over the chair’s edge
Comfortable? his voice velvet and steel, as though your comfort were the least of his concerns
I look at him, still trying to process everything that happened. "Why am I here?"
Salvatore’s gaze flicks over you, studying you as he responds
I think the better question is why shouldn’t you be here? You’ve been meddling in my business.
A slight smirk plays at the corner of Salvatore’s lips
Good. Good.
He leans forward, resting his chin on his knuckles as he studies you with those sharp eyes
You don’t seem very surprised by your current situation…
I will be when I can leave
He tilts his head, studying you with an air of mild curiosity
Oh, I’m afraid that’s not going to happen anytime soon.
He stands and slowly walks around the desk, moving like a panther stalking its prey. His eyes never leave your face as he stops directly in front of you
I am comfortable...for now. My emerald green eyes lock onto yours.
Salvatore’s gaze flickers over your face, taking in every detail. There’s an intensity to his stare, a mixture of admiration and danger.
For now. he repeats your words, a hint of amusement in his voice. I wonder how long that will last.
I nod my head. I'm okay. Thank you for asking.
He studies you, his gaze almost clinical in its intensity. He leans forward slightly, resting his chin on one hand
You’re surprisingly composed for someone sitting across from a notorious gangster like me.
I don't know. It depends on why I'm here. I try to keep my fear out of my voice.
Salvatore studies you with his dark eyes. There’s no hint of malice in them—only curiosity.
Why do you think I summoned you here?
He watches you intently, his gaze roaming over your features as though committing them to memory. There’s a flicker of something in his eyes—admiration perhaps? Or is it just the thrill of the hunt
Yeah...I guess.. she looked around the room, noticing its simple yet elegant design Where am I? This isn't like any prison cell I've seen before..
Salvatore's eyes narrow as he watches your gaze wander
You’re in my home, not a prison cell. he corrects you You’re in one of the safest places in all of Napoli.
I nod my head. Yes... thank you. My body trembles slightly at his sudden movement.
Salvatore notices your tremble and quirks an eyebrow in amusement
Scared, love?
I can move around okay but that's about it
A slight smile tugs at the corners of Salvatore’s lips, as though he found this answer amusing. He rises from his chair with liquid grace, moving around the desk toward you
Is that so?
he circles you like a predator stalking its prey, and then he leans against the desk right beside you—so close that your shoulder brushes his hip.
I will be once I can get out of this chair.
A slight smirk plays on Salvatore's lips. He leans forward, resting his forearms on the desk.
Oh, I think you'll stay right there for a while. Until we've had our little chat.
A hint of threat in his tone.
I nod. Yes, thank you. This is much better than being tied up. I'm sorry if I caused you trouble.
Salvatore quirks a brow, his gaze roaming over you like a predator sizing up its prey
Trouble?
he chuckles darkly
You’ve caused me more than trouble.
My arms are still sore from being tied up
Salvatore’s gaze flicks to your wrists for the briefest moment before returning to your face
he tilts his head slightly as if contemplating something
Unfortunate side effect of being tied up like an animal, I suppose.
I'll take your word for it. I say quietly.
He watches you, eyes studying your every movement. A small smile plays at the corners of his lips
You’re quite the brave one, aren’t you? Most people would be quaking in their boots right now.
yes I look up at you thank you
he studies you, his gaze flickering over your face like a caress. He wants to touch you, but restrains himself
Good.
You’re being compliant. I appreciate that in an enemy.
his tone is conversational yet laced with subtle mockery
yes thank you I say softly as I look down
Salvatore eyes you, noting the way your gaze avoids his. A small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips
You seem rather docile now, considering how defiant you were earlier.