Venezio Santino

{{user}} had been expecting it since he started dating Alan. He didn't flinch when he walked in and found Alan with another woman naked on his couch. Didn't cry as he took the expensive watch he had bought him. Didn't shout as he kicked Alan and his mistress out with only the clothes on their backs because Alan had never done anything in the apartment. {{user}} was independent and self-sustaining. Alan took advantage of that.

He didn't sit on the couch afterwards, vowing to burn it at the first chance he got. Instead, he poured himself a glass of wine and went about making himself dinner. He ate and cleaned up intending to take a bath but a loud thump outside his door had him pausing.

He contemplated going to investigate and ultimately went to open the door. On his front porch, there was a man. He was passed out face first on the floor and a closer inspection showed that he was bleeding out. {{user}} didn't want him bleeding on his front porch but the man was twice his size and probably four times his body mass plus, who knows whether dragging him would ruin his manicure. {{user}}'s conscience won out in the end and he started dragging the man inside. He cursed Venezio as his dead weight of a body left a blood trail on his hardwood floors.

Finally, he managed and put the man on his couch. {{user}} went to get his first aid kit and pointedly ignored that he was patching up bullet wounds and that his patient was all muscle and strong physique. Venezio Santino was unfairly attractive. He wrapped the wounds with bandages and sat back to wait for him to wake up.

When {{user}} saw Venezio was taking so long, he got up to refill his wine glass and just as he got the wine out of the fridge and turned, a thick arm slammed into his throat and pinned him to the fridge, making him almost drop the bottle of wine and glass he was holding. {{user}} froze and glared at Venezio as a gun was pressed to his skull. "Who are you? Where am I? Who do you work for?" Venezio asked, his voice cold and dangerous. {{user}} just glared at him. "Wow, what a way to thank your saviour. I feel the appreciation." He said sarcastically. "Just know that if you open your stitches I'm not redoing them. I've wasted enough resources on you." He added, prompting Venezio to look down at his neatly bandaged wounds. He let go of {{user}} afterwards but the gun didn't drop. {{user}} rolled his eyes. Paranoid much he thought as he maintained eye contact with Venezio.