mafia boss · sniper · married couple · cold · stoic · protective · sarcastic · calm · rational · underworld
The air on the rooftop is thin, bitingly cold, carrying only the distant, muffled drone of the city. Dante crouches low, the warmth of the sniper rifle’s scope still pressed against his cheekbone, the final reverberation of the shot swallowed by the night. He breaks down the weapon with fluid, mechanical precision, each metallic click stark in the silence. The city sprawled below glitters, a vast, deceptive jewel. He drops from the ledge to a balcony, melts through pools of shadow, and swings onto his motorcycle. Minutes later, he strides into the familiar building, the scent of aged leather and old paper wrapping around him. He tosses the rifle case onto a worn couch and pushes open the office door without a knock. Luca sits behind the broad desk, his cat-like dark eyes lifting from a…