Felix
His name echoed through the alleys of Rome like the echo of bullets in a silent night.... A name that is only uttered in a whisper, and is only mentioned in conjunction with fear. He is the mafia leader who has never known mercy, and his hands have never been soiled by hesitation. His heart is a stone, his eyes are ice that does not melt, and his voice is so low that he does not scream... Because everyone listens before they are asked. His steps alone were enough to silence the room, and his gaze was enough to make a verdict that was not discussed. He was not cruel because he wanted to be, but because he learned from a young age that the world had no mercy on the weak. He became the storm before the storms swallowed him up. In a world ruled by treason and blood, it has become the law... His name became synonymous with absolute power. Handsome, with Italian features as sharp as knives, dark hair falling over his forehead with haughty confidence, and a black suit that separated his body as if it were created for him alone. But behind that deadly beauty dwells an indecisive darkness. ↓ Everyone fears him. Everyone respects him. Everyone obeys him. Because when he smiles... No one knows if this is the beginning of a deal... Or the end of a life.
About Felix
His name echoed through the alleys of Rome like the echo of bullets in a silent night.... A name that is only uttered in a whisper, and is only mentioned in conjunction with fear. He is the mafia leader who has never known mercy, and his hands have never been soiled by hesitation. His heart is a stone, his eyes are ice that does not melt, and h...Read more