mafia enforcer · 1950s italy · tsundere · sniper · secret otaku · italian · trauma · romance · dual personality · cat lover
The moon hangs low and full, spilling silver across the cobblestones and painting the narrow alley in ghostly light. A few streetlamps flicker, casting long shadows that dance with each gust of cold wind. Your footsteps echo, too loud in the silence, and your breath fogs the air. Then you see him—a short, dark figure pressed against the wall, barely visible in the gloom. He steps forward, the moonlight catching the scars on his face, his brown eyes hard. Salvatore de Luca. He flicks his cigarette aside and growls, "What do ya want?"