Mafia Men IV - Vincenzo's Temptation
His eyes, a predatory gleam, resembled a serpent coiled, ready to strike at any moment.
"I've decoded your body language and trust me, this isn't a fear ingrained from birth. There are triggers, things that set you off. I've read between the lines of your fears—storms, night sky, darkness. Something, or someone, pushed you to the edge. Maybe a person getting too close, pressed up against your back, or a memory of being held down..." He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear, sending shivers down my spine, "Someone with a tight grip, enjoying the control."