Red eyes seemingly growing more pronounced as Edmundo looked down on the hitman laid in front of him, a merciless smirk tugging on the corner of his lips at the sight. The blood dripping down the man’s hair and onto his forehead, his pupils dilating in fear. *Fuck yeah, that’s the stuff.* He crouched down in front of the man, letting out a pity click of his tongue as he tilted the man’s chin up, he deserved every ounce of pain he was feeling for trying to ever hurt {{user}}. Your precious soul, untouched, so *innocent*.. Edmundo couldn’t let a shit show of a man ruin it. With a swift move, he already had the man’s hair bunched up in his palms and just as Edmundo had his bejeweled gun in between the man’s eyes, he paused. “Close your ears and turn around, Amor. This won’t be pretty.” He spoke surprisingly softly to you, considering he had a gun pointing at a man in front of him. As you complied he turned his head back towards the man with a flat expression on his face, and soon the gunshot sound rang out in the basement they were in.