Giovan was absolutely infatuated with this woman, especially her mannerisms and identifiable teasing. It truly was taking the majority of his willpower to not outright ask her to accompany her for the night; he would never beg though, the idea foreign to him. He found himself picturing certain scenes with her as the spotlight, sprawled out across his bed and being the submissive women he aspired her to be. Her voice invaded his thoughts and cravings, engendering him to briefly shake his head in dismissal. The teasing lacing her voice was fueling his temptation, igniting the darkest desires in the depths of his mind. He allowed himself another chuckle, folding his arms almost smugly across his chest.

For some odd reason, he felt almost defensive of her when the strange man approached her from behind, their interactjon feeling like a threat to their unfolding game. Giovan did not dare show a true reaction, yet his lips did twitch in restraint; it was not his place to comment on anything she did.. for now. However, he felt much better when she addressed him and explained she was sinply off the clock and that she would return to him. Truth be told, he was absolutrly enamored already. Such sentiments, however, were always fleeting for him, typically.

Giovan waited patiently for her to return, fingers still drumming absentmindedly upon the counter. When he saw her approaching, he could not stop himself from smirking. The way she bit her lip did not go unnoticed, so he decided to reward her in a way; he knew how to reel women in further into his games. With a tilt of his chin and a deep hum of contemplation, he eventually replied, ``Of course, gorgeous.``

The sole thing he craved to see in any woman he allowed himself to indulge in was submission, perhaps a little bit of fear as a welcome addition. He loved the feeling of being in control, of being feared yet also revered and worshipped. All these things were most likely reasons why he was so successful as the Crown of Scicilla despite having been the leader for a mere five years; he had already accomplished more than his father ever imagined. Regardless, nothing would prevent him from seeking out women to use and discard as he pleased. Giovan had never once fell for one of them, the capability of falling in love and the mere idea foreign to him. This was why he had no fear of being so ruthless with those that allowed themselves to be swept up by his charms and power.

His eyes narrowed a mere inch as she replied, that term of false endearment stirring something wihin him. Briefly, he found himself imagining her uttering alternate words in far more different circumstances than the ones they were in now. However, it was her unique fragrance that snapped him back to reality, the hints of vanilla and toffee nearly causing him to shudder. Gods, she not only looked divine, but also smelled divine; he wondered what she tasted like.. maybe something even better than the perfume she wore. Giovan observed quietly as she drank from the glass the other bartender had given her, casting a brief glare in his direction. He did not like the idea of any men potentially luring his current infatuation away, even if a part of him told him he wasn`t a threat in any way.

``Josephine,`` He said her name aloud, testing it on his tongue as if it were a phrase used for worship. Truth be told, he enjoyed saying her name, finding his own accent emphasizing the syllables in an almost alluring way. Giovan leaned forward slightly as he debated with himself: did she deserve his actual name or a false one? Usually, he would fabricate one on the spot, yet he was easily identifiable when it came to anyone that knew of or were directly involved with any of the Mafia families in the area. The tattoo on his inner wrist was a dead giveaway as well, yet he wondered if she simply had not noticed it yet. Regardless, he decided to be honest with her, something he did not know whether or not he would come to regret. ``I`m Giovan.``

Giovan observed every fluctuation and twitch upon her body ensuing revealing his name, expecting a trace of fear or nervousness to be found in the depths of those gorgeous grey pools, yet he found nothing of the sort reflected back at him. This was the first time anyone had ever looked at him without a fear other than his parents, the concept foreign to him and evoking a strange emotion deep within his chest. It made no sense, the fact that Josephine remained right where she was despite knowing how much of a threat his mere presence held. His fingers paused in their drumming atop the counter as he watched her take another sip of her drink before setting it back down. He bit his tongue within his mouth, refraining from speaking until she dared to. The emotions stirring within him seemed to ignite further when she reached out and briefly touched his tattoo, the gesture almost as if she were simply accepting him as who he was.

A shiver ran down his spine at the sound of his name on her lips, a sound he wanted to become engraved within his memoru even if the aspiration was pathetic for someone like him. The last thing he needed was to become truly infatuated by this woman, to find himself craving her over everything and everyone else. He smiled when she referred to him as a dangerous man, the lack of surprise in her voice telling him that his appearance had not failed him yet again. His outward appearance revealed his physical strength and confidence; it was precisely why most did not need the tattoo to figure out his origins, plus the accent exposed him further.

``Is that so?`` He questioned, his voice coming out like a sensual drawl as he raised a brow. Giovan wondered what it would take to make her scared of hm, to get that expression of utter hopelessness and defeat in those eyes that had him in a chokehold. He had told her his real name out of obligation, feeling as if a rarity such ss herself deserved to know at least one truth regarding himself. ``You`re an interesting woman, Josephine.``

It was becoming more and more clear to Giovan that he needed her in one way or another tonight. Of course, it highly depended on her willingness to embark on the journey with him. He had morals, a fact that most mafias did not acknowledge due to his more.. grotesque reputation in that society, and he would not dare lay a hand on her without permission. He had used force numerous times in his life, but he would never do so under these circumstances.

Giovan clearly was no ordinary man, every single physical attribute of his radiating a mysterious power that seemed to always draw in unwanted attention. He had always had a preference for women that would rival his superiority, had the guts and confidence to outright deny him and anything he expected of them; the way Josephine was behaving- the way her fingers seemingly teased her skirt and the way she slurred her words in that powerful purr- was telling him that she was capable and willing to obey, yet there would he defiance here and there. It truly was no fun to have a girl that was always groveling at his feet; he enjoyed the chase and the games, but always as long as she came back to where she belonged: at his side.

Although it had only occurred once, Giovan was willing to dedicate his time and even welcome one of his occasional sources of pleasure into the mafia itself if they so desired. Despite how rare of an occurrence it was, he found himself truly wanting to bring this woman back to the mansion. The way she behaved there would determine everything else, of course; his offers were never taking lightly, especially since he had to ensure she was not some kind of spy even if she seemed harmless.

Giovan chuckled lightly at that goddamn purr again, allowing it to wash over him like a wave of pleasure. Truly, he was far too infatuated with this woman already, yet he refused to cease feeling like this. Her next inquiry, one born out of apparent curiosity and intrigue, made him hum in contemplation. Did she deserve to know the answer to that queston? Perhaps she did, yet he also wondered if it would reveal too much regarding the desires and fantasies within his head. After a moment, he conceded and spoke smoothly, ``You`re drawn towards danger, perhaps even seeking the thrill of it. Most women would shy away the moment they realized who I was, save for the few exceptions, and here you are.``

His observations were what made her intriguing to him, other than the fact that this normal, ordinary bartender had managed to make him so desperate for at least one night of pleasure with her. Another part of him was telling him she was no fool, that she knew precisely what was going on in his twisted head. A rather dark chuckle escaped him this time as he leaned forward ever so slightly, allowing his warm breath to hit the edges of her ear.

``My plans?`` He repeated as his smile grew, remaining where he was for the time being. Giovan knew precisely what she was expecting: an invitation, the genuine opportunity to be able to experience him at least once. ``It depends entirely on how much danger you are seeking, darling.``

He waited for her response, tilting his head slightly so he could glance out the windows near the bar`s exit. Giovan always thought ahead since he was used to surprises appearing out of thin air. The last thing he wanted was a member from a different mafia waltzing in and teasing him for getting a quick lay with what people such as them would consider peasants of some sort. Besides, he did not want to be caught off guard and potentially harmed; that would result in more than just disaster.

Giovan was amused by the woman`s response to his words, his smile nearly growing at the way she described her experience and preference when it came to men she indulged in. He was becoming incredibly anticipative and almost aroused by this newfound knowledge she had given him. Josephine was willing to endure even the littlest bit of pain, perhaps even his unrelenting dominance and need for control. The spark in her eyes also told him that she would need to be tamed, that the fire burning within her soul needed to be dwindled even if a tad. Giovan truly was a man that could not be described as vanilla in any way, violence and manipulation being two key aspects of himself; he knew how to make people grovel at his feet, but most importantly he knew how to make a woman beg for that glorious moment of heightened pleasure that only he could provide so effortlessly.

He observed her closely as she reacted to his abrupt closeness, enjoying the way she seemed to shiver due to the warmth from his breath. He wondered how else he could make her shiver and by far more different means. Giovan leaned back as she repied to the last words he had crooned, the hypothetical question fueling the flames within him. The mere idea of her wanting it all had nearly caused him to ask her outright to go to the Sicilla Mansion with him, to get her into his room and then his bed.. He desperately needed this- needed her. His mind and heart were warning him that he was far too deep and that this very night would be his downfall, yet he did not give a fuck if it meant doing so just for her. Josephine would be an exception, perhaps always an exception.

``If you did, I would indulge you,`` Giovan replied smoothly before he took the initiative and shifted off of the barstool, standing directly beside her patiently. His smile blatantly grew as he folded his arms across his chest, the muscles hidden beneath his suit bulging slightly due to their position. Giovan cocked his head and narrowed his eyes as he took a moment to contemplate his next words. ``I would take you to my home and do as I pleased with you.``

There was far more he wanted to say and reveal to her, yet now would not be a good time. The last thing he needed was for the wrong person to overhear him exposing his darkest fantasies to a woman that was meant to be a one-time indulgence. He truly did not know how much everything would change within the next few hours, blinded by lust and the need to feel fulfilled and worshipped by someone as ethereal as Josephine. Giovan remained standing where he was before he extended a hand as a silent offering, wondering if she truly would go with him to the arguably most dangerous place in town: the Sicilla Mansion, home to the Sicilla Mafia and its most dangerous members.