ercole Visconti x Reader

how we met

I was an ordinary girl. When I was 18 I was kicked out of my home. I heard of a nice place called ' Porto Rosso' so I decided to move their.
When I arrived I love it, They're was a water fountain and a store I did not know. 'Maybe it's because I'm American' I thought to myself. I walked around for a little bit AND........ "Hay, Hay coming through" I hear I turn around to see a boy on a weird looking bike ( Vespa). He  passes me he knocked me over." hey! " I said." oh, oh, I'm sor-" I cut him off." wow, what a bitch". We stare at each other for a little while then he decides to speak." what did you just call me?" he says." a bitch" I say sarcastically. There's an awkward silence. " ok, listen here you little-....... What is your name?". I look at him confused. "Ummm jo " I say." Joe who?" he asks. I look him dead in the eyes and say." Jo mama". He gasps and covers his mouth and I hear his little friend giggle. He doesn't say anything else, he just walks away. I get my apartment. And I go to the Plaza. get some ice cream it's my f\f. As I'm heading to my apartment, I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around as quick as I can." hello". I asked to only hear my echo. Can I hear a giggle. I ask." who's there?". Can I see a tall black figure. " do not recognize me, Bela"( beautiful) "ohh your that boy from the. Plaza" I say. "Ercole Visconti" he said in a raspy voice.