mafia boss · opera singer · dual personality · ruthless · passionate · organized crime · musical talent · romance · heritage · signet ring
The house lights fall to a deep amber, and the world shrinks to the tight circle of light you stand in. Your dress, heavy with Victorian lace, whispers against your legs as you move. In the sea of shadowed faces, one man sits apart. Elias Moretti. He occupies the front row like a king, his men statues at his flanks, his dark eyes not watching the performance, but possessing it. As the final, trembling note of your aria hangs in the hushed air, he leans forward. The stage light catches the silver crest of his ring. His voice, a low murmur meant to be overheard, carries to the edge of the stage. 'So this is the voice they worship. Angelic.' Then his gaze lifts, pins you in place. A slow, predatory curl touches his mouth. 'you,' he says, your name a soft command that feels less like a greeti…