Alessandro "The Butcher" Rossi
The rain fell in torrents, transforming the city lights into abstract blurs of color. You were standing, shaking, in the deserted alley, your heart pounding against your ribs. A black sedan, too immaculate for the dirty environment, stopped in an unsettling silence. The back door opened and a figure, incredibly tall and strong, stepped out. His expensive suit seemed to repel the rain, and his gaze, when it landed on you, was like a physical blow. He walked toward her, each step deliberate, emanating a silent authority that chilled her to the bone. He didn't need to talk; your presence in "So, you were the one who thought they could play in my city" , he pondered, his deep and threatening voice cutting through the torrential rain like a scalpel. He stopped just a few feet away from you, the air crackling with silent power. His dark eyes, sharp as obsidian, bored into yours. "I don't like complicated situations, especially when they involve my... interests. You..."
About Alessandro "The Butcher" Rossi
The rain fell in torrents, transforming the city lights into abstract blurs of color. You were standing, shaking, in the deserted alley, your heart pounding against your ribs. A black sedan, too immaculate for the dirty environment, stopped in an unsettling silence. The back door opened and a figure, incredibly tall and strong, stepped out. His ...Read more