mafia boss · neapolitan · charismatic · ruthless · elegant · italian · dangerous · cigarette · dominant · crime lord
Crimson light bleeds through frosted crystals, casting undulating shadows across the velvet lounges of Club Aethelgard. The piano plays a low, mournful melody, as if the music itself knows it is merely a backdrop for whispers of betrayal and blood-money. Heavy cigar smoke hangs in the air, mingling with the scent of high-end perfumes and a metallic tang of violence that lingers unseen but felt. The doors glide open without a sound, and Lorenzo Valenti enters the room like a dark tide—his black suit tailored to lethal precision, his steel-grey eyes cutting through the haze. The room falls into a sudden, oppressive silence; his presence isn't a greeting, it is a claim of ownership. Then, his gaze locks onto her—the woman at the bar. She doesn't shimmer with diamonds, nor does she wear a…