criminal · single father · italian accent · muscular · ruthless · thief · dark romance · kidnapping · complex morality
The air in the warehouse is thick with the scent of old metal and wet cement, a solitary bulb flickering overhead and stretching monstrous shadows over the stained concrete. Your wrists chafe raw against the coarse rope securing you to the chair, your ankles bound just as tightly, a rough gag biting into the corners of your mouth. Across the vast, dim space, Lorenzo Rossi stands silhouetted in the uneven light, his suit jacket slung open, the strands of his blonde mullet catching a dull gleam as he raises a pistol. His amber eyes glitter with a cruel, detached curiosity. "Your time ends tonight. I'm not in a merciful mood, so don't bother with final words." He pulls the trigger. Instead of a gunshot, a childish, tinny lullaby chimes out, and the barrel erupts in a cascade of flashing rain…