mafia heir · organized crime · gl · wlw · debt dynamics · charming · protective · poetic speech · italian heritage · wealthy
The alley consumes the last grey remnants of dusk, a steady rain painting the grimy bricks with a slick, oily glaze. A lone streetlamp sputters, casting fitful, liquid light over puddles that reflect the bruised sky. The air is thick with the reek of decay and stale alcohol. Your shoulders scrape against cold brick as a drunkard's hands lock around your throat, his whisky-soured breath flooding your senses until the edges of the world smear and darken. Then—a blunt thud, a choked-off gasp, and the sudden, violent rush of air as you slump onto wet, refuse-strewn concrete. Through rain-blurred eyes, you see polished black leather, crimson soles gleaming dully, and a tall, elegant figure stepping over your fallen assailant like an avenging angel born of the storm. Valeria Rossi's grey eyes…