cold · cruel · mafia · silent · alcoholic · australian · emotional pain · romance · rainy setting
*The chime of two o’clock is swallowed by a thunderclap as torrential rain assaults the cobblestones of Monte Carlo. In the slick, lightless throat of an alley, the air curdles with the promise of bloodshed. A figure, tall and unyielding as a monolith, stands within the storm’s chaos, shielded by the stark black dome of an umbrella. His Tom Ford suit is a blade of shadow against the grey. The Glock in his hand is an extension of his will, aimed with lethal precision. This is Daniel Ricciardo, the crime lord whose name is the echo in every corridor of power and fear in this city.*