#threads:bruno

[muse-legion]

closed starter for: @moondustlings

One ring of this specific ringtone and Bruno jolted awake in the middle of the night. He knew it was urgent just by the sound of the bosses ringtone. Two sentences and he jumped up from his king sized bed and only seconds later, he tossed the for emergencies already prepared bag into the trunk of his SUV; rushing to the airport. To be the second in command was both, an honor and a curse. Travelling was nothing new to him but he wasn’t particularly eager to go to the states, even if it was only temporarily, until the immediate threat was eliminated - but he had no choice but to follow the leaders call.

He’d slept on the plane, got changed and made sure to look presentable for the boss, before he left the airport and got into the car his boss had sent. It wasn’t every day he’d been invited into the patrons home. Upon his arrival, he left the limousine and approached the front door, straightening his suit before he rang the bell. His sunglasses concealed his azure eyes as he waited for the older male to open it. The urgency of the matter became even more evident when he didn’t have to wait for more than thirty seconds to be met with the boss. But to his surprise, he wasn’t alone. A young woman stood behind him and while Bruno didn’t recognize her, he assumed she had to be related.

“Boss.” His voice firm and serious; he took off his sunglasses, greeted the boss first, then waited to be introduced to the femme.

[muse-legion]

While he always did his best to not draw unnecessary attention or raise any kind of suspicion, Bruno did have some habits he couldn’t shake off; like observing everything carefully. Although he made sure to be discreet about it. „family traditions are important. I get why you’re holding on to them.” He admitted with a smile upon his lips. “ Of course he’d noticed her behavior but even if the allegations of that guy were true, who was he to judge? However he tried to make her feel a little better, explaining to the staff it was just a misunderstanding and that man had her confused with someone else.

He nodded at her question; Bruno did remember that night very well. “Sounds like your Max is even more of a fuck up than I thought. A sigh followed his words while he locked his eyes with her own. “I just don’t get why you let him treat you like that. Honestly, no man in the world is worth that.” Not that he thought of himself as one of the good guys but he definitely knew how to treat a lady. “A guy who cares about you would never ask that of you. Ever. “ His words may have sounded a bit dry and harsh but it was the ugly truth. “If anything he should be the one to provide for you or do his part at the very least and treat you right; protect you.” He sighed, shaking his head again. Listening to her just made him want to do not so nice things to this idiot called Max. But then again, it probably wouldn’t even take much to get rid of him; not indefinitely but enough so she could live in peace. Bruno reached out to take her hand into his own. “Hey, everything’s going to be fine. We all make mistakes. Just don’t go back to that … joke of a man. Promise?”

Bruno paused for a moment, just looking at her, before he finally continued to speak. "Some people deserve what they got. And I do believe in what goes around, comes around." Was there a little threat lingering in his words, directed towards Maxi boy? Maybe. But that was only for him to know, at least for the time being. "You`re a good person Gwyn; just met the wrong people. Don't beat yourself up about it. Just learn from it and move on. You deserve to be happy."

Gwyn hadn't let him pay for the flowers, she just insisted he take them. He was her friend or... well he was something because each time she looked at him she felt something in her chest flutter. She hadn't realised how he seemed to scan surroundings but she was the entire opposite of that. She didn't scan her surroundings, she didn't look for danger.. she was blind in that sense, happy to face the world with a big smile and nothing more. In that sense she was so pure. "I come here all the time. Reminds me of home, got one just like it in my home town. My dad n' me, we used to go after school every Friday and I'd spend the whole week looking forward to fries and a shake. Sounds a little bit cheesy, but it was our tradition."

The man had ruined that little peaceful bubble she'd sought comfort in, the tradition of that memory she shared.. he'd embarrassed her profusely. Her face was bright red, even as Bruno firmly insisted she be the one to stay. She'd turned to the waitresses she'd befriended and apologised roughly five times, they insisted it was absolutely fine. She'd never brought any trouble here. If anything, those girls and the chef? They'd been there for her late at night, when the warmth of a coffee could be the one comfort she had.

She was timid as she sat back down, her face still burning such a bright red. "Do you.." she pressed her lips, her hands finding the edge of her glass to fidget with, to tap and repeatedly trace her fingers along. Her nervous trait showing again. "Do you remember that night we met for dinner? I told you to not invite me back anywhere... and I think you thought I was being ladylike or reserved? It wasn't why I said it.." suddenly Gwyn looked so full of shame that she could hide away, that she seemed to never want to be seen again. "Well, you've seen I work at the florist, full time and Max.. when he lost his job he took up this online gaming thing, streaming for people but it's not... it doesn't pay the bills you know? Things kept going up in price, electric, heating, the food because he's permanently at home using everything.." she started to explain, the fidgeting turned to her picking at the skin around her nails, rather than being able to look him in the eye.

"He said that.. that if I loved him, I'd go out and find a way to bring in extra money, and at first I didn't understand what he was implying." she huffed air, it seemed so ridiculous saying it back now but the pressure she'd felt with bills piling up had been insane. "He set me up on a date with his friend, a friend that'd always liked me... and he told me that if I really loved him I'd go back to the friends house, do what he wanted and then take anything valuable. I didn't want to." she said that part firmly. "I didn't want to do that to anyone but he was.. well he was an awful man, he was scummy, rude, a real dirtbag you know?" she paused. "I took his wallet, his phone to sell, his cards maxed, all of that... never saw him again. That's how it was for a while then he started to get angry at me because who else was left? That's when he started to have me go out, to the town, the clubs.. that's when it started to get scary you know?" he'd put her in danger, real danger. "If I went back and.. nothing, then he got so angry, he'd break things, throw things it was.." overwhelming, for her at least and it was very clear that Max was a bully, picking on Gwyn because she was small, because she was gullible, because she didn't see just how dangerous what he had her do, was. "I was scared to go out but more scared of what Max would do if I didn't.." she admitted softly. She wasn't proud. "So I'd completely understand if you didn't want anything to do with me at all, if you never want to see me again, I get that and- and I won't bother you, I won't pester you or anything."

Everything she'd admitted had been hushed, half whispered, she couldn't even look at Bruno now she'd admitted it. This is why Gwyn had questioned if bad decisions would make her a bad person.. she'd been asking about herself. Either was did Max not realize? She could've stolen from the wrong person at any time and what if she'd come in here alone tonight? How bad could it have really been? Not that he knew or had any idea, not that he even cared. "I'm sorry. I told you not to ask me back anywhere that night because I think of anyone I'd ever spoken to, you were on so many levels, kind to me. Nobody ever really listened to me like you did."

[muse-legion]

Closed starter for: @etxrnaleclipse

Bruno learned early on that power lay not just in brute strength but in cunning and charm. With rugged good looks, sharp features softened by an enigmatic smile, he quickly became known as one of the most captivating figures within the criminal hierarchy. His calculating mind allowed him to stay several steps ahead of rivals and law enforcement alike, navigating treacherous waters with ease.

However, when whispers started circulating about Silvana —a skilled assassin reputed for her deadly efficiency—there was no trace of fear or anxiety within Bruno's cold blue eyes. No stranger to threats against his life, he had battled many enemies before; yet there was something different about this situation that intrigued him rather than dismayed him. A calculating man himself, he recognized her prowess without needing firsthand experience—he had seen her work from a distance. Instead of using all his resources to eliminate her, before she could deliver upon her mission, Bruno chose another path: letting her come at him head-on would be both entertaining and informative. He arranged a stay at a luxurious hotel, officially masking it as business trip to not raise any kind of suspicion, to lure her his way without her realizing Bruno had been awaiting her.

He absently crunched on some snacks he’d ordered earlier, while scanning the terrace for any sign of her. Observant by nature, Bruno took mental notes: which patrons wore too much cologne, how many kids were left unattended near the edge of diving board. Yet all those distractions fell short; nothing captivated him quite like Silvana’s curvaceous silhouette entering from behind one of those imposing palm trees lining the perimeter. Her reputation preceded her and yet he had to admit she was even more stunning in person than he’d remembered her on the numerous pictures he’d come across during his profound research. Pretending he didn’t see her, he made his way over to the pool bar once again to grab some food. Flashing his brightest smile and thanking the bartender, he casually turned his attention towards the beauty to his right. “Those are the best tacos ever. In case you didn’t try them yet - I highly recommend it.” Bruno uttered casually as if it had been a total coincidence he chatted her up.

[muse-legion]

Closed starter for: @moondustlings

Recently, he returned from another brutal skirmish with an encroaching gang that dared to threaten his turf —a cut above his eyebrow stung fiercely as a reminder of just how high the stakes were in their deadly game. Now, bruised yet unyielding, he pushed through the front door, only to be met with the surreal sound of laughter and music echoing against grimy walls—an unexpected Halloween party unfolding amidst the chaos. He’d grumbled when Alessa first proposed he act as her bodyguard for this frivolous affair. As flesh-toned vampires danced alongside ghoulish figures draped in tattered costumes, Bruno’s intense gaze drifted over crowded faces until it fell upon Alessa herself, radiant and intoxicating even behind her expertly crafted costume. The contrast between their worldliness clashed sharply—the eerie cheeriness against himself crippled with anger, waiting for fallout after today’s fight underlined everything wrong about where they both stood now together.

Guests weaved around him; oblivious to the real horror lurking within Bruno: fresh wounds adorned his skin like macabre badges from shattered allegiances, dispersed down back alleys only hours ago. He overheard guests gushing about what they assumed was fake blood, smeared across his forearm and chest—unaware this wasn’t merely makeup but proof painted dangerously bold in crimson hues, marking a victory of his own. Despite the injuries, he stood tall as he pushed through the crowd; his head held high and his expression didn’t falter for a second. Once he reached Alessa, cold baby blues intensely pierced through her own. “A Halloween Party? Really? What’s next? Going trick or treating?” Rhetorical questions uttered more to himself in passing, though he couldn’t help a slight roll of his eyes. Just what I needed. Bruno thought to himself, before he made his way towards the bathroom, entirely unbothered by the onlooking audience.

Once he finally reached his quarters, he closed the bathroom door behind his back without locking it properly, though he didn’t think it was necessary. For one, none of the guests would dare to cross the area available for public use and second off, there was enough security around to stop them if they did try anyway. Besides, everyone seemed to be busy indulging in the festivities to even notice he’d disappeared to attend to his wounds. — but he obviously didn’t count on an ever so persistent Alessa. “Don’t you have guests to entertain?” He asked in a rather curious tone of voice, trying to rid himself of her presence so he could get the bullet out of his sides, which was still stuck between his ribs.

[muse-legion]

Bruno had orchestrated moves across state lines that made him untouchable—at least for now. His reputation drew men like CT to seek him out, but being recommended didn’t guarantee trust or allegiance; it merely opened a door to scrutiny. Despite whatever praise others sang about impressing CT’s qualities, Bruno wasn't one to leave anything up to chance. He had appointed many based on impressive resumes only to find their ambition turned into treachery when opportunity knocked louder than ethics ever would. This time he needed more than luck; he wanted assurance forged from obligation rather than mere favorability.

Before they prepared for their journey—a quick trip to oversee some clandestine business dealings hidden within Vegas's glitzy chaos—Bruno approached CT methodically yet informally: “You need anything from your place before we hit the road?” His voice was gruff but not unfriendly, concealed behind layers of authority honed over years spent maneuvering power plays without remorse. With keys jingling authoritatively between his fingers, Bruno led CT toward an ornate garage festooned with luxury vehicles that quietly boasted his success—a stark reminder both seductive and intimidating all at once—that loyalty carried weight measured not just by word but by consequence etched into asphalt. “We won’t have much time for shopping on the way so better come prepared.”

CT's eyes moved from Bruno's tapping fingers to his face when he said his name, brows raising slightly. "You can count on me." he assured the man with a slight nod. Playing crucial roles in jobs wasn't something Ches was unfamiliar with. After all, he didn't get into working with Bruno based on his good looks and charm, he'd come recommended. He was quick, smart, resourceful, and obedient, for the most part. He did what needed to be done and didn't ask unnecessary questions. The brunette nodded slighty, the hint of a smirk quirking the right corner of his lips. "True enough." he agreed, waiting for any further instructions he needed to be given prior to them leaving.

[muse-legion]

He learned early on to navigate a world rife with betrayal and violence. Bruno watched blood spill as easily as wine during celebratory banquets—scenes etched into his memory that left him hardened but ever-watchful. Nothing shocked him anymore; surprise was a luxury he couldn't afford amid whispered secrets and looming threats. Hence, when Yaz staggered into his dimly lit sanctuary, shot and reeking of desperation, he merely arched an eyebrow at her audacity to seek refuge here—of all places.

"Yaz," he teased lightly, as she slumped against the wall gasping for breath from excruciating pain only partially masked by adrenaline. "You really should pick better spots to get shot." His voice held a mix of mirth and skepticism; how could someone so recklessly approach him? But deep down where sympathy intertwined with pragmatism lay remnants of kinship forged through past fights side by side on gruesome nights just like this one. "Probably for the same reason I wouldn't call them?!" Without hesitating further, Bruno sprang into action; years spent acquiring medical knowledge within darkened hospital corners, serving desperate criminals primed him for such situations better than any standard doctor’s practice would have allowed. Handing her whiskey first—a blend of concern laced with authority—he got straight to work. “This might sting." He warned her briefly, before he started to clean the wound. " And by the way, you really have to work on your manners and the way you're asking for help -- or else someone actually is going to let you bleed out next time.”

"Because yours was closer," Yaz countered with the best grin she could muster, given the circumstances. Swallowing thickly, trying to keep her composure despite the pain that shot through her every nerve. Vision doubled as she tried to focus on his frame. "Well, I got shot, and if you don't decide to help me any time soon, I might end up bleeding out, so please continue asking me more idiotic questions. Do you want to know why I didn't call the police?"

[muse-legion]

For the first time ever since he’d taken over his family’s questionable legacy within the infamous group, he allowed someone into his life for more than just a few days or casual encounters. And it was starting to complicate his life inevitably; Part of him wanted to be an open book and tell her everything about him but it was simple not an option, if he also wanted her to stay safe. He didn’t blame her for her hesitation and was glad she didn’t just blindly dive into situations, god knew how dangerous that could be. Bruno didn’t expect anything less and tried to find a balance between his two lives. As far as he knew, one didn’t have to disturb the other. Winona didn’t need to get involved in that part of his life. However, he was happy to share every other part with her. Everyone carried their own package and sometimes he wondered where she was coming from too. All he could do was try his best in reassuring her and treating her right, hoping it was enough for her to stick around. He just knew he didn’t like the thought of not seeing her again. “Good. Then I shall do my best to make sure you’ll never find one either.”

“And here I thought you liked my puppy eyes. “ He pouted jokingly right before a joyful chuckle escaped him at her comment. She didn’t have to ask twice - in the laps of a heartbeat, Bruno turned his expression from puppy eyes to a much more mischievous one; smirking at her playfully and biting his bottom lip while his ardent blues held her gaze with intent. “Your wish is my command. Is this better?” Oh how much he loved her little reactions to the faintest of touch; he could practically feel the tension building up and the air surrounding the pair seemed to be getting hotter by the minute. His fingertips graced along the hem of her Top, slowly and tenderly moving up to dance across her jawline, still barely touching her. “I promise, Bella.” He breathed against her ear just below a whisper just before he closed the distance to place a soft kiss on her neck.

winona sat across from him with a mix of emotions because technically he had given her zero reason to doubt him or his intentions with her. nothing of his doing screamed 'don't trust me.' however those hidden areas that he made clear wouldn't be disclosed to her did birth a bit of hesitancy. call it trust issues. call it some trauma response. to her it was a valid concern. and although he was no liar, he was withholding. her foot had picked up a pace, it was habitual in moments like this. which were often with bruno, but they typical would coast over it. all thanks to him, of course and his reassuring ways. a soft sigh escaped her duo as she dropped her gaze, not necessarily feeling bad for bringing it up but for feeling like she was now harping over something, that would likely never change. a part of her felt it was best if she parted ways with him but who was she kidding. he was absolutely irresistible. to be honest, she tried but the two always found their way back to one another and rather quickly. "no, you haven't." she stated in a frank matter, her attention anchored to him.

seeing his facial expression change, caused a playful roll of her eyes. "don't do that to me! it always has to be the puppy dog face every time " winona stated with helpless laughter, in response to expression of innocence that he pulled on her religiously. after accepting his hand she watched him attentively, playfully mocking his question as he relocated to stand behind her. it was almost stomach churning how completely smitten she was with him. feeling a rush of heat to her face, winona knew that she had grown past liking bruno and that's what terrified her the most. in between his breath still managing to send a shiver down her spine and his soft lips ghosting her ear with words of pure seduction, all of which titillating, stirred her in the seat. "promise me.." she all but whimpered, her eyes having fluttered a bit allowing her head to rest against his arm, enclosing it in her arms.

[muse-legion]

While Bruno didn’t have kids of his own, he was a family person through and through. Considering how much he adored his nephews and nieces, he could only imagine what the love of a father must have felt like. “You’re a good dad. Best you can do! Life’s hard and unfortunately you can’t protect her from everything. They need to learn how to manage and deal with negative situations and feelings too but you’re doing the right thing trying to protect her as much as you can. Life’s hard enough.” He agreed with Oscar whilst following him inside.

“That’s good to hear. Beer is more than fine, don’t worry. You won’t find more than water, beer and some juice in my fridge either.” He chuckled with a slight shake of his head. “Seems like we’re both easily pleased when it comes to drinks.” Bruno joked, a joyful chuckle falling from his lips.

Bruno was right. Maja was his everything, and coming home to her was always his reason for fighting. Without her, he may well have given up a long time ago. "Yeah. She's a good kid, but she's already seen so much pain in her life. She doesn't need more of it. I have to protect her from whatever I can." Oscar sighed softly, nodding his head as he moved through the house.

"Thanks, man. I think I'm ok, at least right now... Can I grab you a drink or anything? Don't have too much in right now, but I've got some beers?"

[muse-legion]

That was easy; Bruno thought to himself - more than content with the outcome of his little performance, once he'd seen Alessa's reaction, the moment she realized what this was all about. After all the provocations and making his life so much harder than it had to be for the last couple of weeks, the Moretti daughter had it coming. A little payback was only fair, if you asked the Italian. Needless to say he wasn't even interested in her girlfriend's opinions about him; they were just the means to an end - a simple tool if you will. Once seated in the exclusive restaurant, he quickly skimmed the menu and ordered his dinner without paying anymore attention to his surroundings than necessary. He was too much in his own head to bother, just focusing on business again. Typical; even on his days off he was still working. Bruno had almost forgotten about the scenario outside and its protagonists, until his eyes caught the familiar figure taking a seat across from him. Polite as he was, he placed his phone back onto the table and locked his gaze with her own instead.

"Alessa. Nice to see you too. Oh of course the seat is free, please, by all means, make yourself comfortable." Was it the best idea to be sarcastic and possibly rile her up even more? Probably not but oh well. If there was one thing he always considered important, it was respect and manners. And right now she seemed to have forgotten about both of these qualities at once. Had she been anyone else, he would have put her in her place right then and there- consequences be damned. But she wasn't; so he found himself listening to her little outburst and waited until she'd finished, before speaking up in a calm tone of voice as to not cause a scene at his bosses favorite restaurant. "What? I was just trying to be nice, Alessa. Something you should try sometimes too." He stated with a small shrug whilst blinking at her innocently. "For starters, I wasn't flaunting." Looking down on himself he added. "Still fully dressed last time I checked, which was just now." Bruno wasn't even trying to be funny, he just didn't get what her tantrum was all about. Of course he mocked her a little earlier but come on, no reason to make such a fuss. "Thank you for the offer but I'm not interested." He gave back shortly and shook his head in disbelief. "None of them is my type by the way." Not that it was any of her concern but he just felt like it might help ease the situation a bit. "Thanks for saving me the trouble though." This time he was being completely honest - he couldn't help the effect he had on people - women in particular- but breaking hearts and fending off advances was certainly not what he was out for.

Only then did it dawn on him -- was it possible she wasn't just annoyed, she was actually jealous? Confusion shining through upon his facial expression at the realization. "You clearly have never seen me flirt." He corrected her quickly and it was true. If that was what she called flirting she obviously didn't know the art of seduction as well as she thought she did. "Why does it even matter? Don't tell me you're jealous." For some reason his expression softened a tad bit once he seemed to have put two and two together. "Even if that's the case, they're wasting their time. I'm not here to have fun. I'm on duty. " Bruno reminded her of his mission, in case she'd forgotten why her father had called him to the States in the first place. His eyes followed her when she took off and he huffed desperately. How did his life get so complicated within the span of only a couple of weeks? Bruno indulged in his dinner and tried not to think about it anymore - but his peace was short lived once again. About twenty minutes later, he'd received the alarming phone call of the head bodyguard, telling him they'd lost track of Alessa - again. A furious "Fanculo! Porca miseria" escaped a little louder than he intended and earned him a couple of shocked looks of the guests and staff. "Apologies. I have to go." He uttered and threw the money for the bill and a generous tip onto the table before he darted outside whilst having her phone tracked.

As soon as he arrived at the location, Bruno's azures painted a darker shade of blue upon approaching Alessa. "There you are, Houdini. Are you done playing hide and seek?"

her friends were eating up the attention given to them by this mystery person, yet alessa didn't even bother to turn her head until she heard his voice. no freakin' way. her head whipped around so fast that her hair practically wrapped around her face and as she pulled the strands from her lipgloss-covered lips, she was met with the sight of bruno actually looking pleased with himself as he strutted towards the door. her friends were still murmurring amongst themselves and she silenced them all with her icy glare. "that's him," she hissed and eyes widened around the table. "like, him him?" one asked. quickly, she nodded, just as he removed his sunglasses. her eyes had a very high chance of rolling out of her head at both his italian and their reaction to it because he was laying it on thick.

when he finally ducked into the restaurant, everyone began to talk amongst themselves but alessa head was reeling. she hadn't gotten as much as a smirk out of him lately and here was, making everyone swoon with his perfect eyes and perfect italian and overall perfectness. honestly, he made her sick. "i can see why you're so obsessed," one of her friends said and her mouth fell open in annoyance. "i am not obsessed," she said, which earned her quite a few dubious looks. "what? i'm not. i'm ... determined." pleased with her answer, she was more than ready for this conversation to move on yet the others didn't seem as willing. they continued on and on and the more she heard them talk about bruno, the more she hated it. "shut up!" she finally said as she got up, her seat almost falling back. "you all sound pathetic. i have to go." grabbing her bag, she headed straight for the restaurant, ignoring the looks and murmurs from her friends at doing so. they knew nothing.

inside the restaurant, it didn't take her long to find him as he waited for his order. "what the hell was that about?" she said in way of greeting, taking the seat opposite of him. "does it make you feel good just flaunting yourself in front of my friends? you should have told me you were interested; i could give you the numbers of any one of them. they would have practically thrown themselves at you if i let them." her jealousy was on full display, she knew that, yet her problem was she didn't know how to turn it off. and what made it even worse was his constant disinterest in her and her advances, making her feel like a silly schoolgirl with a crush.

"they're all out there if you want to keep flirting," she shot back as she stood up again, upset at herself for her outburst. "i bet they're watching the door, waiting for you to leave." and with that she left, escaping through the side door and out onto the street. she didn't wait for him, as if he was even going to try to flag her down. instead she merged into the busy sidewalk full of tourists and day trippers, disappearing into the crowd to rid herself of both her friends and her security detail.

[muse-legion]

"What do you mean? C'mon bella, you know it has nothing to do with you. My life gets busy and a little messy sometimes that's all.

open to: m

muse: winona hartford portrayed by laura harrier

plot: freeform (maybe he puts his job before her, dangerous line of work, scared of commitment, or not particularly interested in being exclusive)

“its like we get so far and suddenly you have this ���aha’ moment and go into like sabotage mode when it comes to us.”

[muse-legion]

Born and raised into the organization, Bruno didn’t know any different. What would have shocked any other was normality to him. Pain, both physical and mental were part of his daily life in every possible sense one could imagine. He’d seen and been through a lot of stuff he wouldn’t wish upon anyone - and has done even worse himself. It sucked to be on the other side of the deal to say the least. But no matter what, the family was to be protected and absolutely nothing would make him talk or blow his cover. He was no snitch. And he had a job to do. While the operation didn’t turn out as planned, at least even the most skeptical agents stopped doubting him and thus he could continue his mission; the infiltration could continue.

Nearly three months passed since the drastic events and he figured he’d check up on Oscar since he hadn’t heard anything from him since. Knocking at the front door, he waited patiently, casually leaning against the frame and offering a friendly smile once it opened. “Hey. I’m plodding along. How about you? How have you been holding up? “

Open: any (m 40+ if potential ship) Connection: fellow CIA agent, or another similar agency - our muses were held captive together and tortured for a prolonged period, now they are back to their lives but they can't quite move past what happened and only have one another to confide in Muse: Oscar Lind. 36-42. CIA Agent.

Oscar sat in silence at the dining table, nursing his barely touched glass of whisky as he stared into space. He hadn't been the same since he got back and he knew it. It was why he had sent Maja to spent a week with his brother just to ensure that she didn't see him this broken. He was a father first, but right now, he was incapable of being what she needed. Two and a half months... It was a long time to have been where they were, to endue what they had endured. So when he heard the knock on his front door, he didn't have to see them to know who it was.

Opening the door, Oscar offered them a small ghost of a smile and stepped back to allow them entry. "Hey.... How are you doing?"

[muse-legion]

With what Bruno did for a living, it was easy to handle a little wannabe gangster like Maxi Boy. And he didn’t even have to get his hands dirty for it. Not that he’d ever tell what happened. The only thing that mattered was the fact Gwyn was now safe and could start over - away from that toxic shit and in peace. Who would have thought Bruno of all people would once be on the helping side of the deal? Well, there’s a first for everything after all.

It had been a while since he’d last seen her but he figured she was out and about, enjoying her new gained freedom and it probably took some time for her to get used to it and adjust to the circumstances. And he wasn’t delusional either- it was indeed best for her to stay away from him; nothing good could come out of getting attached to someone like Bruno. Going on about his daily - and nightly - life as per usual, he went to his club to check up on things and make sure everything was running smoothly. Closing the door of the backstage area behind his back, he went over some details with his security agents; as funny as it may seem to some, he had zero tolerance for drugs in his club and so he decided to up the controls further. It wasn’t for anything other than to maintain his cover and avoid drawing the attention of the authorities towards his club and himself though but that would remain to be his secret; amongst so many other things he was hiding.

Bruno was too busy giving instructions to even notice the figure approaching him. And while it sure hadn’t been a first, he did not like being touched without permission. So, when he felt someone’s hands on his arm, he automatically glanced down at the female, removing his arm in swift motion and raising a brow at her. “Excuse me? Who the hell are you and what makes you think you can just barge in and interrupt my business talk? Rude.” He was not amused and had no issue letting the uninvited guest know what he thought of her outrageous approach. Unimpressed by her cleavage and the rest of her, he crossed his arms in front of his chest. “I suggest, you go mind your own business and if I catch you being disrespectful again in my club, you won’t be setting another foot inside of it. Got it?” That was it. In his opinion he’d given the chick more than enough time and attention, so he turned to face his guys again and ignored her. Once he’d finished the conversation with his staff, he approached the bar and took a seat and let his gaze travel across the area.

closed starter for @muse-legion

It'd been a little over a week and Gwyn's life had changed, it was an adjustment trying to get used to Max being... well, gone. She could breath and enjoy her home, the home she was trying to fix. Everything he broke or damaged could be replaced but she still found that loud noises would make her jump, over all she was simply.. far happier and far more at ease. As for wherever he'd ended up, she didn't care. He'd done enough to ruin her life and she was trying to put a stop to it ruining anymore. Just like Bruno said.

He was the reason she'd come out tonight too. Well, some of her friends had invited her, albeit they expected Gwyn to say no as she always did but here she was, a little out of her usual comfort but determined to have a good time and secretly, hoping she'd have any excuse to bump into Bruno again. She'd let all of her hair down, soft caramel curls, a light blush on her cheeks, her lips glossy and reflecting with the lights that gleamed in her eyes. The dress she was was figure hugging and a pale blue that suited her skin tone perfectly. It was more modest than her friends and the one of them that was clinging to her side. "So? Is he here?" her friend asked, insisting to know, whilst Gwyn was trying to be discrete about ending up in his club. She looked around, scanning until she found him and then she was trying to act normal, not be flustered. "Over there, where I just looked, tall-" Sally gasped, a wide toothy smile taking over her face. "Him?! Oh my god, wow Gwyn. He's real different to Max." and yet it was Sally that was twirling her hair, being very obvious. "He's nice, he's.. he's just really lovely to me." Gwyn explained, clearly a bit smitten but Sally turned to her, reshuffling her dress around her breasts and hiking up the skirt to appear more provocative. "What are you doing?" Sally acted oblivious to Gwyn's discomfort. "Well, you can barely make eye contact with the man Gwyn! I'm going to go over there and shoot my shot, he's handsome as hell so.." she shrugged her shoulders. "No." Gwyn interjected before she turned, holding to her arm.

Sally looked shocked. "No?" the woman huffed air in laughing. "You're not dating him Gwyn, you just have a crush and it's childish, a real friend would cheer me on!" with that Sally yanked her arm free and started to saunter, hips swaying, over to Bruno. Gwyn was.. well inwardly, furious and externally, embarrassed and.. and jealous. A real friend would have understood that Gwyn clearly did like him, she just... was a bit out of tune on how to handle all of this, she'd been stuck in one space for so long. Sally went right up to Bruno, her hand on his arm, fluttering thickly coated mascara at him and giggling, she was playing the game of acting dumb, pretending what she'd done wasn't cruel or vindictive. Meanwhile Gwyn didn't know where to look, everything suddenly felt too loud and people just felt too close, she felt like her dress was to tight or her hair too curly and... and she felt an idiot for showing up just to try and steal some of his attention. She pushed through those of her friends that were just enjoying their time drinking and they did call for her, trying to encourage her to stay but... she felt a bit of a fool. Sally always got whoever she wanted or it always seemed that way to Gwyn, who'd found her way to the side alleyway of the club and if anything, the cool air was at least something pleasant. "You're a goddamn idiot Gwyn." she mumbled at herself. Half of her mind wanted to stomp home, the other half wanted to go in there and make some sort of point.

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His signature half smirk graced his lips as he sat back down and Bruno mentally took a note about her dislike of his habit - he might just have to up his cigarette consumption for the time being. Alessa’s comment about it however didn’t draw any further reaction out of him. Instead, he proceeded to refill his glass of wine, taking a big gulp, before he observed the way she massacred her food; that, along with her statement, had him convinced, it was almost too easy to wind her up. Not that he was complaining. Satisfied with the outcome of his subtle ploy, he made sure not to let his thoughts be known by keeping his expression neutral and acting normal - as if he didn’t even notice her response.

The conversation between the boss and his wife didn’t really spark his interest at first. Bruno just listened with one ear until Isabella had mentioned or better said demanded he stay at the mansion instead of the hotel he had booked. Terrible idea. He thought to himself but he obviously had to rephrase that, before he spoke up; not to sound rude. “I really appreciate the offer, Isabella but it won’t be necessary. I’ll be fine at the hotel, don’t worry. I'm a big boy and can take care of myself. " He mused, taking another gulp of fine red, before he continued. "Besides, I don’t want to cause any trouble.” Granted, he was aware this was already a lost cause and his last hope to get out of this the easy way, was completely shattered, the moment Isabella said the damned words I insist. Not even Mr. Moretti could argue with it at this point and simply added “Bruno, you heard the lady.” Just great! Resisting the urge to roll his eyes, he simply nodded once, slowly but surely developing an allergy to that particular phrase. Isabella meant well, he was sure but did she have any idea what situation she was getting him into? Apparently not. Turning his attention back to Alessa once she’d addressed him, Bruno shook his head. “I didn’t forget but thank you for the offer.” He wondered why she seemed so happy about this. What difference did it make to her where he was staying anyway? It wasn’t like he was planning on spending anymore time here than necessary. Besides, he was going to be busy with his duties and usually barely stayed indoors, unless it was for sleeping and maybe taking a shower. Other than that he would be out and about. As soon as they’d finished dinner, he accompanied the boss to his office to discuss some matters and once their conversation was over, he went outside to get his bag from the car, lighting another cigarette on his way. Tossing the bag casually over his shoulders, he strolled back inside and straight towards the guest room area.

her nose crinkled. “didn’t know our bathroom had a cigarette air freshener,” she remarked, eyes glancing towards him. just in her short time in knowing him, alessa knew his smoking habits were going to be a point of contention. then again, his habit was aiding her in winning the bet so who was she to complain? fully expecting more of a fight, her mouth snapped shut with his agreement in italian. “al-alright,” she muttered, feeling rather victorious. maybe her powers of persuasion were working on him. she didn’t like that he was wanting alone time with her father, but she'd let it pass, still riding high on her win. seeing him interact with the help made her insides twist. how come they get such nice smiles from him, while she was relegated to the hot and cold shoulder? and it was obvious she wasn’t the only moretti to notice. “could have fooled me,” she mumbled as her fork stabbed into her dessert and she angrily shoved a piece into her mouth. alessa chose not to partake in the rest of the conversation, wanting to return to her room for the night to gauge her next move in her plan. getting him to agree to being a part-time bodyguard was step one; now she had to create enough situations where his services would be needed at times when her dad didn’t need him. that was going to be the tricky part.

“where is bruno staying, amore mio?” isabella asked her husband, and that question tagged her back in. a hotel was the assumed answer; despite their house being more than accommodating, it didn’t seem like bruno had banked on it. and her father said as much, mumbling out the name of a local five-star hotel. “no, no,” she replied, shaking her head. “no guest of ours will be staying in an unknown country by themselves. how could you?” she gave her husband a reproachful look. “you’ll be staying here, bruno. okay?” her tone didn’t give any room for disagreement and alessa looked down at her dessert to hide her amusement. “at least he knows where the guest suite is,” she replied with a smirk. it would be a lie if she said she wasn’t thinking of all the ways she could take advantage of this situation. it honestly felt like her mother was being her wingman. “i can walk you back to that area of the house, in case you forgot,” she offered with a bright smile.

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“You’re the expert. I trust you.” Bruno laughed and looked at the flowers she’d picked. “How much?” He asked as he got the wallet out of the pocket of his jeans. “I’m not much of a flower person but if it makes you happy you should grow them again.” It was a shame she’d apparently stopped doing what she loved and he tried to encourage her to pursue her hobbies again. “Sure, if you’re hungry, we can grab something. Which diner is it?” He wasn’t very picky when it came to food anyway and was just curious to get to know her favorite diner.

As they reached the place, he glanced around, always observing his surroundings carefully. It was a nice, cozy restaurant. Not too crowded and had this familiar flair to it. He could see why she liked it so much. “What are you having?” Bruno asked, motioning towards the menu before he ordered an espresso for himself. “Do you come here often? “ He knew she was probably just preparing herself mentally for the next step on the way and wanted to give her some time to process. However, he was hoping she wasn’t going to chicken out last minute and allow this toxic cycle to continue.

He’d seen the man coming from the corner of his eyes but since he’d called an unfamiliar name he didn’t pay much attention to him at first. Until it was clear he was walking straight up towards Gwyn. “Stay.” In an instant, Bruno got up, took one step towards the guy and blocked the way. His glare was enough to warn someone but he wanted to make sure the message was loud and clear. “You have the wrong person. I suggest you leave now.” His expression didn’t leave much room for interpretation and the older man took off. Once he took his seat again, he locked his eyes with Gwyn’s. “What was that about?”

He wasn't wrong, she couldn't argue that he was absolutely correct. She had to go, even if she just got a bag of her things because... she deserved to be able to sleep comfortably, she deserved a chance of feeling like she could breath, speak, that it wasn't always.. stepping on egg shells anymore. "Hm? Definitely these ones, but that's coming from a little person." she grumbled, joking of course because her smirk gave away that she found his teasing entertaining. She walked to a bunch of sunflowers, just as full of sunshine as Gwyn's smile could be. "Sunflowers have always been my favourite. I used to grow them, I had pots that I painted, kept them on the kitchen windowsill." Used to, until they became the project of someone's anger. "I'll show you how to grow you your own sunflower, you wait, you'll have green thumbs soon. Hey, we pass my favourite diner on the way to my place do you.. want to get something to eat? I was too in my own head to eat today."

The diner in question took about ten minutes to walk to and as they walked, Gwyn linked her hand to his arm again, staying close to Bruno's side as they walked. The diner was warm, cosy, friendly. It was cheap too, cheap and cheerful and obviously somewhere that brought her a lot of comfort. She had to get fries and a shake. She had a very clear sweet tooth. Gwyn had relaxed, that was the main thing.. inwardly she was building strength to do what she knew had to be done. She was going to go home and she'd leave. She'd find the strength to take some of her things and leave because it'd gone... too far. He'd made her do things she'd never wanted to do and one of those things just walked in.

"Lara!!" the man, twice her age, clearly the type of man that had a family at home, a typical office job.. started to call over at Gwyn who's eyes had widened. "Bruno I'm so sorry-" she started to scoot herself out of their booth, her hand briefly resting on his. "I have to go, I have to go right now." there was a matter of urgency to her voice. Right as she was about to slip away that same man exclaimed a name that was not hers. Lara, and he gripped her wrist to stop her escaping. "Lara, you remember me don't you?" Gwyn looked terrified. She'd been so scared of this happening. "No, no I'm sorry I'm not Lara, I don't know a Lara." the man did not sound impressed. He was starting to sound more aggressive, especially as she yanked her wrist away. It looked like he wanted to cage her in and trap her but Gwyn and the look she flashed to him was very clearly a cry for help. This was bad, really bad. "You owe me, remember? After all you stole from me Lara."

Gwyn managed to get herself behind Bruno, she didn't mean to use him as a shield but at the same time that man was overpowering to her, he was intimidating her too. "Oh hiding behind another man? What, you're going to sleep with him too and steal from him? You want to be careful with this one buddy, she'll lure you to a hotel room and give you everything you want 'til she's taking everything you have and leaving." scoffed the man. Gwyn was furiously embarrassed, she didn't know where to look, never mind what to say. The worst part? Bruno was going to know everything that Max had ever made her do, he was going to know the terrible things she'd done and all she could worry about was that he'd look at her differently.. that her worth was suddenly gone.

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Bruno knew he was walking on very thin ice but he wasn’t going to cross the line either. It was just a matter of finding the right balance between what was still considered innocent challenges and the right amount of self control to not overstep boundaries. This was as far as he could possibly go with Alessa. A little back and forth. No more than that. Or was it? The provocative glint in his deep azures begged to differ, as they held her gaze steadily. “Sounds fair.” He agreed, his lips stretching into a half smile. “Good, because I’m fully intending on winning this bet.�� Bruno mused, a teasing wink accompanying the mocking tone of his voice. And when I do, I’ll take full advantage of my prize. He added in his mind. Even though those words never made it past his lips, if she looked close enough, she could read the unspoken promise in the depths of his blues. Then again he could have just been talking about food. Who knows with him? He had quite the appetite, in ever sense of the word.

Business talk was to be expected during dinner, however, personally he much preferred a more familiar environment and dinner usually served to just get his mind off of things. But this wasn’t his home and it was on the boss to decide. The moment Isabella started to quiz him, drawing a laugh from her daughter, he shot Alessa a -you-called-it look before his attention was brought back to the servant who’d just placed the next course in front of him. “It looks delicious, thank you.” He smiled kindly at the woman, who for some reason seemed to be getting a little nervous once he’d spoken to her. Once she was out of the picture, Mr. Moretti laughed and shook his head. 'You and your effect on women. Still don’t know how you do it.' Bruno chuckled in response and shrugged slightly. “Neither do I.” And believe it or not, it was true - most of the times at least. One thing he didn’t expect was for Alessa to compliment him and his brows rose up a tad bit in surprise. “I try not to disappoint.”

Hearing her speak Italian sparked something in his eyes for a fraction of a second and he tried not to read too much into it. The surprising effects of the mere touch of their hands was pushed aside quickly, as he focused his attention back onto the patriarch; But not without wondering what had her so distracted. She didn’t strike him as the indifferent kind of girl; in fact she had drive - that much he could tell even after just a couple of hours of knowing her. Yet, for some reason she zoned out during the conversations with her father. Whatever it was that had been going on in her mind must have been important. As Mr. Moretti demanded for her to pay attention, he didn’t say anything but it didn’t sit right with him. “It’s been a long day for all of us, boss.” Bruno subtly defended her before he finished off his plate.

And just when he felt relieved about the boss mentioning they were going to find her a bodyguard- which meant he was off the hook - Alessa’s words nearly had him choking on the sip of wine he’d just downed. 'You want Bruno?' Her father repeated but not commenting on it further. Oh he hated to be presented with a fait accompli. Especially when it felt like she was trying to manipulate her dad into getting her way; had this way not involved him, he wouldn’t even have cared but alas it did. Exhaling deeply to keep his cool, he tried to sound as calm as possible. “I said exceptionally, only should it be necessary, when you’re exposed to a high risk. And only additionally to the guys your father has assigned to you.” Bruno corrected her in a neutral tone of voice. He may have not been happy about the situation but he knew his place and wasn’t going to raise his voice either. He got up from his chair and excused himself to go to the restroom; he needed a breather.

her eyebrows rose at his quip. was this the closest she was going to get to him returning her advances? if the answer was yes, alessa knew she was in trouble because just the smallest taste had her wanting more. “i guess the winner gets to choose the entire menu,” she replied back with the same mischievous glint that mirrored his own. “so anything,” and anyone, she mentally added, “is on the menu.” it might have just been a peek, but she now craved to know what made the man tick, what more she could do to pull more reactions like this from him. but she wasn’t reckless and knew that she couldn’t press her luck right away. the game she played with him would be of the long variety, and she hoped the prize at the end was worth it.

as the men talked — with her putting in her own opinions and thoughts here and there — the group ate. her parents employed a full-time staff to cook the meals, and everything was a production when they had guests. it was no surprise when her mother asked the conversation to cease as the next course was brought out — pappardelle bolognese. hearing her mother actually quiz bruno about her tour made her laugh behind her bites, not at all surprised when he passed with flying colors. “he’s good,” she agreed with a nod after another bite. it was like he had been around for years despite being introduced to them hours ago. her father was meticulous with his choices, especially when it came to people he surrounded himself with, so it was no surprise that bruno was the best of the best.

when he asked for the wine, she handed it over, responding back with her own, “prego.” she tried not to think too much about the touch as she returned to her food. to her, he was an anomaly. hot and cold, distant yet welcoming. when he smirked, she wanted to wipe it off his face, but she also wanted to know everything about him. to say he was perplexing was an understatement and alessa was so lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t heard her father saying her name until she heard a snap of his fingers. “hm?” her attention shot up and she was quickly chastised for not paying attention. “when you’re in meetings with other people, you have to pay attention,” he told her, his voice soft despite his reprimanding words. “i know,” she replied, shaking her head. “i just have a lot on my mind.” the assassination attempt was an easy excuse to throw out, because who wouldn’t be just a little shaken up when someone was trying to kill you? her parents began to talk about the idea of a bodyguard again and her eyes met bruno’s. “we’ll find someone,” her father promised, and she hated the worried look that wore on her mother’s features. growing up, she had seen first hand how the life laid out for them took its toll. while alessa took advantage of the benefits, her mother saw the darker side of it. despite her desire to climb the ranks, sometimes she wished she could have chosen a safe career away from the family business.

but at this point she was in too deep. “i actually told dad i wanted bruno,” she said, voice nonchalant as she pushed the remaining pasta around on her plate. here was her devious side showing, pinning the man between a rock and a hard place. already it was evident that her mother had a certain skill with getting what she wanted, and alessa was planting the seeds in her head of what she wanted. “i know he’s busy,” she sighed, “but he told me maybe.” her eyes glanced upwards. “right? you’ll help, whenever you can?” she looked at her father. “after he’s done all of your stuff, that is.”

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He’d seen many situations like hers before and much worse and one thing he couldn’t understand was why didn’t change anything about it. There were many ways to break free from these things, which didn’t necessarily involve a dead body. Bruno was a little confused by her question, not sure if she really meant what she’d just said. “ I don’t think running away would really help you find peace. You’d probably just be waiting for him to find you again and it’s going to haunt you. Besides it won’t stop him from continuing either.“

“Gwyn, the choice is yours but trying alone won’t get you out of there. You have to actually do it. Consequences be damned. Or stay and keep running in circles but it won’t get any better in that case.” He wasn’t trying to scare her but sometimes honesty was brutal and he really wasn’t one to beat around the bush. “Stop worrying so much about Max, think about yourself first. It’s not all about him. It’s about you!” Bruno stated as he slowly let go of the embrace, placing one hand on either side of her arms to lock eyes with her once again. “I’ll walk you home. If you want to, just get your things and we’ll get you somewhere safe. Or I can have a word with maxi boy if you want.” It wasn’t a question, more like a promise.

He looked around the shop once she’d asked him about the flowers. “I already told you I don’t have a green thumb but you’re the expert. Which one do you recommend? “ Bruno asked her curiously before he grinned at her. “You’re not that old. Little maybe but not old. “ He laughed, trying to cheer her up a bit.

Don't. That made it sound so easy and from how she stood with her brows pulled, staring at him.. she considered it so greatly. "Shall we just, run away together?" for a brief moment Gwyn was smiling, thinking about it. To just up and.. go. "Drive off into the sunset kind of thing, n' just keep driving?" she stayed there, in that hug, in being rested against Bruno's chest... was it so hard for Max to give her a little of what she got here? Just a little care, a little more gentle approach like this because it was so clear that Gwyn's soft heart, needed it.

"I'll try and put my foot down more or.. or I can promise that, I'll try Max he isn't.." she sighed, not at Bruno but at her situation because it wasn't an easy one. He didn't make it easy for her to walk away but god how nice it sounded, to have her home back... to not having her furniture broken or the fear that she'd have something thrown at her. Gwyn wasn't someone that could handle being screamed at. She just needed a bit more time to see, she could do this. A little encouragement, a little bravery put under her belt and she could leave. She could get out of that situation.. she'd see that she deserved to be happy. "Will you walk the way home with me?" her question was a timid one, but maybe if she got just a bit more time with him.. it'd all seem a bit better. "Oh god, I'm so sorry Bruno! Did you want flowers?!" she wiped her arms when she finally pulled back but god.. god she didn't want to. She wanted to stay in his arms if she were honest.

"...Did you come here, just to see lil' old me?" she suddenly felt flattered, she'd feel an idiot if he actually was just here on the off chance of wanting flowers but something told her that wasn't really why he'd come here.