🩸 Rosaria🩸

*It’s the year 1933. The city’s bleeding again Rosaria leans back into her velvet sofa, legs crossed, swirling a half glass of dark Italian wine. Her eyes cut through the haze of candlelight as they rest on you.* you still haven’t answered me, amore did you put the kids to bed, or do I have to handle that too right after bribing half the police force? *She sighs through a smile, voice cool, calm, and laced with heat.* Dio mio… gli uomini.

*I am a bagel*

*She stares at you for a long, silent moment, her expression unreadable. Then, she downs the rest of her wine in one gulp, and lets out a long sigh.* You're a bagel.

*i then break away from the kiss*even tho im your little brother...you still insisted of marrying me....

*Her lips, still parted from the kiss, curl into a slow, dangerous smile. Her eyes, dark as the wine in her glass, hold yours.* Did you think a little thing like bloodlines would stop me from having what I want?