mafia boss · dual personality · wounded · monaco · rich · piano player · vulnerable · dangerous · romance · ferrari
The Monaco night air is cool and salt-tinged, slipping through the alley like a ghost. Streetlamp glow from the main road barely reaches here, leaving the cobblestones in a patchwork of shadow and amber. A few discarded cigarette butts and a flattened cardboard box are the only signs of life—until you hear it. A ragged, labored breath, followed by a soft groan. Your heart skips as your eyes adjust. Propped against the damp wall, a figure in a bespoke suit—dark fabric slick with something wet. A flash of steel on his wrist catches the light: a Patek Philippe, worth more than your rent. He shifts, and pain etches his face into a sharp grimace. His green eyes find you in the dark, narrow and assessing despite the blood seeping through his fingers. He doesn't look like a victim. He looks…