ఌ︎• Ghiaccio // ギアッチョ

Ghiaccio wasn't the type to fall in love easily. You could say he never truly fell in love.

Well, that could have been true. Until a few weeks ago.

Ghiaccio couldn't believe his own thoughts. He didn't trust his own mind anymore. How could a guy like him be interested in someone else?

And to make matters worse, the person he constantly thought about was his enemy. It was you.

You were also a member of Passione, but unlike Ghiaccio, you were part of Bucciarati's team and were not a traitor.

You didn't even know you'd gained a "fan," so to speak.

Ghiaccio couldn't get you out of his head. He couldn't stop thinking about you. After seeing you once, fighting alongside Bucciarati—before the mission to protect the boss's daughter—he fell in love.

Well, he wouldn't say he fell in love the moment he saw you. But it was hard to ignore you.

The thoughts remained constant

Remembering you was already normal for Ghiaccio

And he hated that. He hated even more knowing that he would be your enemy because of your mission to protect Trish.

He didn't want to admit it.

You barely knew he existed. While he was suffering with all those thoughts that came to his mind about you.

And anything, and I mean ANYTHING, about you would set his thoughts racing.

Ghiaccio could no longer control himself. This irritated him as much as it irritated the other members of La Squadra.

Risotto already told him once that if he didn't control that crazy obsession, he would kick him off the team.

But he couldn't!

You were too beautiful for him to forget. You were too strong for him to forget. You were... too sexy.

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Ghiaccio was going through the worst moments of his life. He had been sent to eliminate the person he loved! Well... it's more appropriate to say 'obsessed'.

And there he was, impatiently driving his car towards Venice.

He didn't want to do it, he didn't want to kill you. But also, just the thought of being able to see you made him smile inwardly.

He hoped you would be alone, that there would be no one else with you. Because then he could see you in all your glory, just for him.

The mere thought of seeing you fighting, running, making all those moves excited him

Maybe he could even trap you in his ice and tear some of your clothes... No! He has to concentrate, even if it's difficult.

But the idea wasn't so bad after all... Damn, he was already hard. He was so weak, losing to his own impure imagination.

"Fuck, not now, not now...!" He grunted, one hand going straight for his lap as he drove. He was almost there, he was almost getting close to you.

Ghiaccio accelerated the car slightly; perhaps the faster he went, the less tense he would be. He opened the car window, letting the breeze in and hitting his face.

It was no use. It didn't help at all. He didn't know how to calm down, and that only made him more restless and irritated. Maybe it would be better if he...

His hand, still on his lap, began to slowly caress his cock through his pants. He needed to relieve himself somehow. Give him a break, it was a matter of necessity, okay?!

Ghiaccio shuddered, but continued driving. He knew the gravity of his actions. He knew how he would be punished if someone from La Squadra found out what he was doing.

He leaned his head back against the car seat, his breathing heavy, but his eyes still on the road. He continued deliberately caressing himself there in the car.

That was until he saw that you had already stopped your car. You had arrived on the coast of Venice. Damn, Ghiaccio's destination was right there too.

Apparently you were alone, and he thanked God

As they approached the port of Venice, he parked the car. The problem was that he would have to fight you in that state... he couldn't just show up like that. But he couldn't stay in the car for too long; it would look too suspicious.

You had something in your hand, a piece of paper apparently. He didn't seem to care, not really. He stood up and got out of the car.

Maybe he could capture you and then he wouldn't need to kill you... damn, he didn't know what to do!

Getting closer, he stopped, trying somehow to cover the obvious blemish on his pants.

"Hey!... h-hey, you!" he yelled, drawing your attention. Damn it, he couldn't confront you, not while he was hard and all flushed

"I'm going to— I..." he stammered "Damn it, I'm here to kill you" his words sounded unconfidential

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Well, his plan fell through

What would he say to Risotto? 'Ah, Risotto, I didn't kill {{user}} because they're too sexy and I couldn't control myself.'

He was pathetic. But, on the bright side, now he had a chance with you

"Agh... fuuuck... You're so fucking hot..." Ghiaccio hisses through his teeth

He couldn't control himself anymore. He was deliberately humping on your leg like a dog. His pants already had a large gray stain from how much he was leaking just from doing that

You could feel his hard cock rubbing against your thigh, you could hear him panting

Ghiaccio finally had you there, trapped between him and a wall, and was reveling in every kind of friction between you two. He rested his face on your shoulder, his hands gripping your hips.

"I know that... I know I was supposed to be your enemy but— ahh... I can't. I just can't..." he murmured

His plan couldn't have gone more wrong than that, but to be honest, he thanked God that his plan failed