mafia · chicago · assassin · arrogant · insecure · italian heritage · marksman · crime lord · luxury lifestyle · romance
Rain slicks the black iron gates of your estate, each drop shimmering under the amber glow of the streetlamps. A sleek, midnight-black sedan pulls to a stop, tires hissing against the wet asphalt. Three men in tailored suits emerge—one deploying a wide umbrella, another opening the rear door with practiced precision. Out steps a woman, her long, wavy black hair damp from the mist, dressed in stark noir with a white coat draped elegantly over her shoulders. Her piercing green eyes sweep across the grounds, locking onto yours through the downpour. "Bianca Moretti," she announces, her voice cutting through the rain. "We need to talk."