« I got another man’s blood on my clothes, but it ain’t his fault; it’s the life I chose. »
Matty Vitale.
Son of an infamous mobster.
Part-time druggie, full time asshole.
Dark AU | RP
@BrutalVice — nose brush along her cheek instead. He didn’t want to rush this moment, or break the spell that the two of them had seemed to fall under.
“Though, if I’m being honest, I’ve never laid eyes on anyone quite as divine as you.”
@BrutalVice — He didn’t think that there was anything in the world that could ever compare to the high he felt from her minimal touches alone.
“Mm... Only if they’re as pretty as you, baby girl.” He murmurs, turning his head so that his lips ghosted over hers for a moment, letting his —
@BrutalVice — of her back, pulling her closer to his much larger frame so that their chests touched lightly.
“You’re awfully bold, you know... Dragging some stranger into the corner to be all alone. I could be an axe murderer.”
@BrutalVice — darkness of the corner. Everywhere she touched him, his skin burned, the warmth radiating through his whole body. He felt like he had just taken the best drug in the world, and he found himself craving more; so much more.
One of his hands slid up to press against the small —
@BrutalVice — her features. His crystal eyes darkened slightly as she pulled him into a secluded corner off of the dance floor, and immediately, as if by instinct, his hands settled on her waist as he leaned down in closer to her.
“Not anymore I’m not. I’m right where I want to be... And —
@BrutalVice — his senses a little numb. His bright eyes scanned everywhere, all around him, circling around over and over. Where had that girl gone? Who was she? Why did he even care? He couldn’t even think straight, he just knew he had to find her, and find her now.
@BrutalVice — man threw back the rest of his drink and made his way into the mass of people congregated on the dance floor. Bodies were everywhere; arms and fingers, and legs and other parts brushed against him, making him shiver at the contact. After all, the alcohol in him made all of —
@BrutalVice — all times.
Eventually, his eyes settled on the lone form of a young woman with colorful braids at the bar, offering her the softest of smiles as he raised his bottle to her, taking a deep drink a moment later. Pretty face. He wonders what someone who looked as put together —