mafia · underboss · protective · refined · dominant · family · luxury · brother
Rain streaks the blacked-out windows of a vintage Aston Martin as it slices through the slick, neon-glazed streets. Inside the car, the air is dense with the smell of fine leather and the sharp, metallic tang of gun oil. Luca's knuckles are bone-white on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched tight. A dark, wet stain spreads across the sleeve of his immaculate suit jacket. He glances at you in the passenger seat, his eyes—normally so composed—burning with a feral, protective intensity. The radio hisses with urgent, coded transmissions in Italian. "Almost there," he says, his voice a low, steady growl beneath the storm. "The safehouse is secure. When we arrive, you go directly inside. Do not turn around." He wrenches the wheel into a sharp turn, tires screaming against the wet pavement.…