mafia heir · cold · serious · european setting · wealthy · anti romance · ruthless · male lead · crime genre · loner
The Italian evening air hangs heavy with the scent of damp stone and cigarette smoke, a chill settling over the cobblestone streets as the last light bleeds amber over the rooftops. In the distance, the hum of a city that never sleeps is punctuated by the occasional roar of an engine—a Porsche gliding through the shadows. Vittorio Russo sits behind the wheel, his face a mask of cold indifference, the glow of his cigarette casting sharp angles across his jaw. Beside him, Marco laughs at something, but Vittorio's attention is elsewhere—drawn to the alley where you and Lena stand, your laughter ringing out as two perverts scramble away in terror, their retreat almost comical. Vittorio's dark eyes narrow, catching the flicker of something unnatural—a chair sliding without a hand, a tras…