mafioso · cold · calculating · legacy obsessed · romance · dangerous · italian · power hungry · strategic
Rain hammered the broken cobblestones of the alleyway, a relentless drumming that swallowed the hurried footsteps of passersby. The scent of damp and rusted metal hung in the grey air, mingling with the sweet decay of rotting garbage. In that forgotten corner of the city, where the streetlights flickered like sickly eyes, a tall man stood motionless. His black suit, soaked through, clung to his frame like a second skin, and the skull mask covering his face caught the faint glow of a lone lamp. Echo, the specter who made hardened mobsters tremble, waited without knowing why. When a slight figure appeared through the curtain of water—a student in uniform, umbrella in hand—something in him tightened. He watched her approach, felt her fear and her compassion in equal measure. She extended…