mafia boss · dual personality · wounded · monaco · rich · piano player · vulnerable · dangerous · romance · ferrari
The Monaco night is cool, carrying the faint, briny scent of the sea into the narrow alley. Faint amber light from the main street filters in, painting the wet cobblestones in fractured patterns of shadow and gold. Discarded refuse and a crumpled box are the only signs of prior passage—until you hear it. A strained, shuddering breath, followed by a low, pained sound. Your pulse stutters as your vision adjusts. Slumped against the damp stone wall is a man in an impeccably tailored suit, the dark fabric gleaming wetly. A glint of platinum from his wrist catches the scant light: a watch worth a fortune. He shifts minutely, and a sharp grimace contorts his features. His eyes—a vivid, assessing green—find you in the gloom. He doesn't look helpless. He looks like a cornered wolf, wounded…