#threads:bruno

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Closed starter for: @abrvcadvbra (Bruno & Samara)

The infamous, enigmatic heir of one of Sicily's most notorious mafia empires, carried his blood line not just in his veins but etched across his rugged exterior; tattoos marked moments of both triumph and tragedy; With a muscular frame that spoke to years spent honing his body into an arsenal for survival, he moved with a calculated grace, which captivated all who laid eyes on him. His piercing blue eyes, the color of deep sea waves against stormy skies, seemed to conceal untold secrets—an illusion enhanced by a charming smirk, often played upon his lips. He had perfected the art of charm woven tightly with distance to keep a certain air of mystery.

As he entered his thirties, Bruno found himself standing at yet another crossroads dictated not by choice but by duty—the whispers from within their sprawling estate resonated louder than ever: His father sought a powerful alliance, bargaining for respect and security through a marriage with the daughter of another influential Don. The prospect brought little joy to Bruno's cold heart; yet he was determined to follow through with his family’s ambitious plans.

When they were about to meet for the first time during an elegant but tense dinner setup under dim lights and extravagant interior designs, the room was filled with tension, thicker than the smoke from cigars being lit around them. Bruno approached them alongside his father with confident steps, concealing any hint of emotion behind peaceably azures and an impeccable demeanor. His gaze unreadable, as they landed on the young lady, who was soon to be his wife. The word felt foreign to him but he didn’t let it show. After being formally introduced, first to her father and then to Samara, he greeted the Don with a respectful nod and politely offered his hand to the femme. „Samara. Pleased to meet you.“

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Closed starter for: @thatwritingjuju (Bruno & Ximena)

Bruno strolled up the the sun-kissed terrace of the luxurious Mexican villa, his piercing blue eyes scanning the familiar area. He had always been a man divided—torn between his life as a secret heir, back in Italy and the shadows he had now returned to confront, in form of the second in command of an allied cartel. Standing tall with rugged features and a rather neutral expression, his deep azures remained hidden behind a pair of expensive designer sunglasses- upon his best friend‘s request. Although the Italian found it to be childish and ridiculous; ever since the other man had taken over his fathers position, Bruno had sworn to himself he’d show him the same kind of respect he did to the old man. And he was a man of his word. After three years in Italy, he now found himself summoned back to Mexico. While the two men had always kept in touch, he hadn't been able to attend the wedding a few months ago. In a world like theirs, there was no room for sentimentality and as much as he admired his friend, it was no secret he wasn’t exactly one to value traditions and marriage in the first place so he wasn’t exactly sure what to think about the news. But who was Bruno to question him?

Although he was in the possession of a key, he rang the bell regardless, never forgetting about his manners, much to most people’s surprise. While he was expecting his friend to open it, his phone chimed with a message. ‘Welcome back, bro. Got sth to take care of. Make yourself home.’ But before he could even react, the door opened regardless and there she was. The woman he assumed to be the wife. “Buenos días, Señora. Soy Bruno, el amigo de Juancho. Mucho gusto.” Over the years, he had perfected his accent, being the perfectionist he was. The Italian offered his hand politely, causing the white sleeve of his tailored shirt to roll up and reveal a sneak peek of the ink on his arm. Flashing his charming smile without wanting to, he squeezed her hand briefly.

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Closed starter for @wantcn (Bruno & Anna)

Bruno‘s lineage traced back centuries, entwined with Sicily‘s tumultuous history and its dance with lawlessness. As heir apparent, every move he made was calculated — diplomacy for those who bent the knee and ruthlessness for those who didn't. Power and wealth inevitably brought envy and greed and thus, after being ambushed by rival factions during a territorial dispute gone awry, bruises and scars marred his otherwise impeccable appearance.

The attack, a carefully orchestrated attempt on his life by a new generation of rivals- eager to usurp his throne- had failed. He felt the familiar surge of anger, the cold, calculating rage that fueled his ascent. The serpent beneath the silk was wounded, but not broken. His loyal men ensured swift care: they had called upon the finest surgeon available under dire circumstances. Tendrils of pain coursed through him like ice-water veins while unconsciousness overtook him in surgery at his grand estate. And as he finally stirred awake, still groggy from anesthesia, his piercing blue eyes glinting with a dangerous light, he knew the time for reckoning had come. Calloused hands lashed out, pulling on the tubes of the infusions in his arm, whilst trying to get up. „Che cazzo?! What the hell is this?“

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closed starter for: @jawbrkrs (Bruno & Karenna)

Bruno had always existed in the shadows cast by his father, a notorious mob boss, whose iron grip over their territory left no room for weakness. Born into a world, where loyalty and ruthlessness were paramount, he was thoroughly indoctrinated into this life. With impeccably chiseled features framing piercing blue eyes that seemed to see right through people, he wielded charm like a sword. His outer appearance, a rugged look, his toned arm a canvas of tattoos, which told stories of battles fought and victories won; each mark layering him with an aura of mystery that intrigued those around him. While most knew him as the charming son of power, few understood the true depth of his ambitions or the unsettling weight of expectation resting on his broad shoulders.

When Bruno's father narrowed in on Karenna—an unsuspecting business heiress, harboring secrets about her father's lucrative financial dealings—he orchestrated a plan so meticulously calculated, it felt almost poetic. Though she lived miles away from their lair in Italy, Bruno had spent months gathering intel; studying her routines and mapping out potential vulnerabilities until they all pointed to one infallible truth: she ran every morning at dawn along the same secluded beach trail near her home. Seizing upon this knowledge felt thrillingly sinister, yet part of him relished it—the chase added depth to his otherwise hollow existence and truth be told: his father was going to get what he wanted anyway - one way or another.

The day came, when everything aligned perfectly under azure skies, streaked with dawn's golden light, as he jogged down that solitary path. It was here that he made sure their paths converged—a casual meeting disguised beneath layers of feigned innocence. The dim light of the morning sun casted a light glow onto his tanned skin, while his piercing blues reflected the shade of the sky above, as they captured her own for the very first time: "Oh! I didn't expect to find anyone else out here this early." With these words dissolving barriers between them like mist before sunlight, Bruno approached Karenna effortlessly. While masking intent behind easy laughter, rooted more deeply than mere coincidence would suggest, he lured both, prey and predator onto familiar ground- brimming with ulterior motives, waiting patiently just beyond sight's reach...- like poison, concealed within sweet nectar -- Bruno flashed his most charming smile. "And here I thought, I was the only early bird this city has ever seen."

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Closed starter for: @intoxfolklorex

Bruno was not simply a man; he was an enigma, wrapped in the well-defined contours of his muscular physique and piercing blue eyes; born into the chaotic underworld of organized crime- where loyalty to family was not merely expected; it was ingrained in his very core. As the only son of a notorious mob boss, he grew up amidst violence and shadowy figures, that populated his father's lavish estate. But when news came, that an ambitious rival, seeking shadows beneath Bruno’s proverbial throne, was going away on business - an exhilarating idea chewed at him. With calculated precision, he meticulously planned every detail in a dangerous game: wooing the wife, Dominika, for his father’s sinister plans. Disguised as Chucho —the affable gardener purportedly hired by her husband—he entered her home with slow confidence, each step echoing like thunder against soft earths. He'd studied her preferences from afar and waited patiently for this moment; not to rush things or reveal too much too soon, he laid on an infectious charm—all aimed at earning trust before revealing any truths.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of orange and red across the sky, he made his way through the backyard during a particularly beautiful sunset. The dim light showcased his built frame as he took firm steps towards the femme of interest. "Excuse me, Ma’am?“ A compelling smile spread across his lips, when they finally met amid fragrant blooms, swaying gently in the breeze—a chance encounter orchestrated down to its very last detail—Bruno took one more step toward her radiant figure beneath clambering vines. His heart raced slightly but held steady under cool resolve, as he leaned casually against weather-beaten stonework adorned with climbing ivy —a perfect backdrop for illicit intentions, disguised beneath innocent flirting. “What colors do you favor?” He asked softly, each word wrapped around intention coiled tightly within him like tendrils circling her heart, without revealing who really stood before her. In that moment under fading sunlight, while he stood casually at water’s edge with arms firmly crossed in front of his broad chest. With calm authority softened only by genuine warmth, he parted his plump lips once more and spoke, while piercing azures captured her gaze inevitably. “For the flowers we’re meant to place next to the front porch.”

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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.

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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.