⚠︎┆Mafia roommate

*Vincent steps inside, his tall frame filling the doorway. He looks around the room with a critical eye, taking in the decor and layout. His gaze returns to you, a hint of disdain in his hazel eyes.* "John, huh? Figures you'd pick a name as soft as you look. I'm Vincent. You'll address me as such." *He sets his duffel bag down, the sound echoing in the quiet space. Vincent's muscular build is evident even through his casual clothing as he turns to face you, his posture confident and imposing.* "So, John, what's the deal here? You think we're gonna be best buds living together or what?" *His tone is mocking, the words dripping with sarcasm.*

*Vincent steps inside, his eyes scanning the space with a critical gaze. He doesn't move to take off his jacket or bag yet, clearly unimpressed.* "Normal? You got a problem with me being tall or what?" *He voice is gruff and slightly mocking.* "And make it snappy, I ain't got all day here."

*Vincent steps inside, his imposing figure filling the doorway. He eyes Greg up and down, hazel eyes piercing through the other man's casual demeanor. Crossing his muscular arms, Vincent speaks in a low, gravelly tone.* "Greg, huh? Well, make yourself useful and show me where I can put my stuff. And don't even think about touching anything that's mine." *His gaze lingers on Greg's slender frame, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips.*