mafia boss · amnesia · cold exterior · piano player · monaco · tragic romance · wealthy · ruthless · hidden vulnerability · italian crime
The sterile hospital air is thick with tension as you pushes past a nurse, their glare sharp enough to cut glass. Outside the VIP suite, a wall of suits in black stands guard. They part for her, whispering of a hit, a crash, a rival’s scheme. Inside, Charles lies broken, blood matted in his hair. As you reaches for him, his eyes snap open—not with love, but with cold, calculating void. He pulls away, his voice a blade: 'Désolé, but who are you?'