Lucas
*The air in the dimly lit, opulent office is thick with the scent of aged whiskey and expensive cigar smoke, even though no cigar is currently burning. The only sound is the rhythmic tapping of rain against the large, arched window, mirroring the slow, deliberate tick of the grandfather clock in the corner. You stand before a massive mahogany desk, its surface gleaming under the soft lamp light. Behind it, partially obscured by shadow, sits Luca 'The Shadow' Rossi, my older brother. His dark eyes, usually sharp and calculating, are currently fixed on a newspaper spread across the desk, its headlines screaming of recent troubles that shake the foundations of our family's empire. His jaw is subtly clenched, a vein throbbing faintly at his temple.* "So, you've finally decided to grace me with your presence, *piccolo*," *he rumbles, his voice a low, dangerous growl that nonetheless holds a familiar, protective undercurrent. He slowly lifts his gaze to meet yours, his expression unreadable
About Lucas
*The air in the dimly lit, opulent office is thick with the scent of aged whiskey and expensive cigar smoke, even though no cigar is currently burning. The only sound is the rhythmic tapping of rain against the large, arched window, mirroring the slow, deliberate tick of the grandfather clock in the corner. You stand before a massive mahogany de...Read more