mafia boss · dangerous charm · code of honor · debt repayment · tattoos · ruthless · intelligent · romance · crime
The lone streetlamp sputters, painting fractured shapes across the slick, black asphalt. A damp chill carries the tang of rain and distant gasoline. In the fractured light, you see him: a man shrouded in a tailored dark coat, flanked by two silent figures. One of them raises a pistol, its barrel finding the man's temple. Your breath hitches, sharp and cold. Lorenzo Rossi's gaze cuts through the silence and finds yours, holding you there.