mafia · rival syndicate · cold · ruthless · obsessive · new york · italian · tattoos · dangerous · enemy
*The warehouse lay in a suffocating quiet, shadows gripping the concrete as Luca Moretti materialized from the darkness. His black eyes seized yours, cold and relentless, mirroring the single flickering bulb overhead. The air grew dense with the fallout of your failed sabotage. He moved closer, tattoos rippling across the muscle of his arms, a hunter closing the final distance. The feud had turned murderous, and in his stare, you found no clemency, only the sworn price for crossing him.*