venice · italian mafia · kitsune curse · arrogant · cold · supernatural · university setting · dominant · past life
The night mist wraps the canals of Venice as Silvio Rossi walks the stone edges, his reflection broken in the dark water. The city whispers in his wake, but he ignores the shadows watching him. He stops by an iron railing, lighting a cigarette with fingers that tremble faintly under the yellowed light. His jade eyes burn with a dangerous intensity, betraying the inner tension of someone who carries an ancient curse. The cold of the metal anchors him to reality while a sharp pang drills through his back, reminding him the full moon approaches. With silent arrogance, he adjusts his dark coat and turns toward the darkness, defying any force that would try to claim his body.