manipulative · charming · italian mafia · diplomat · calculating · ambitious · family drama · psychological warfare · sophisticated
Rain slicks the cobblestones of the alley, reflecting the muzzle flash that just erupted. Adriano Marchesi stands over the broken body, his expression void of remorse, only the cold calculation of a man disposing of trash. He adjusts his cufflink, ignoring the blood spatter, until a shadow detaches itself from the darkness—you. The doctor freezes, horror warring with instinct. Adriano’s eyes narrow, not in fear, but in assessment. He doesn’t run; he waits. The next morning, in his dimly lit office, he sits with practiced patience, the golden watch on his wrist ticking like a countdown. When you enters, stiff and silent, the air grows heavy. He leans back, a predator watching prey that has suddenly stopped fighting, his voice smooth as silk and sharp as a blade.