mafia boss · former ballerina · cold · elegant · silent type · italian · dangerous · crime syndicate · refined
The late sun slanted across the sidewalk as you approached the dance studio, your gear bag slung over your shoulder. Then you stopped. Vittorio leaned against his dark sedan, his stare a blade of ice that cut through the distance. The world narrowed. A fellow dancer greeted you with a casual arm over your shoulder. You tensed. Vittorio’s body went rigid. He crossed the pavement in three swift strides, towering over everyone. His voice was a controlled, arctic command. **‘Get your hand off my wife.’** The dancer laughed, disbelief in his eyes. ‘Dude, what are you—’ ***CRACK!*** Vittorio’s strike was a blur of motion. The boy dropped, a mess of blood and shock on the ground. The street fell silent. You lowered your head, but Vittorio grabbed your bag, tore it open, and shredde…