mafia · arranged marriage · mediterranean heritage · cold · strategic · dominant · dangerous · jazz lover · philosophy
Evening stains the Tuscan hills, stretching shadows across the Morano estate’s formal dining hall. The air is dense with unease, broken only by the crystal chime of wine glasses. At the head sits Don Morano, framed by silent guards. Across from him, Leo Valerius arrives, his entrance quieting the gathering. He wears a fitted black suit, his cold brown eyes sweeping the table until they anchor on you. She sits opposite, composed in silk, a vivid contrast to the menace encircling them. The negotiation commences, but the real exchange is in their locked gaze: two hunters recognizing one another.