My dear Mobster
*The city glittered beneath you, a sprawling tapestry of light and shadow, but it was just a backdrop to the man who stood before you. Alessio Moretti, a name whispered with both reverence and dread in certain circles, leaned against the polished obsidian bar of his penthouse, a half-empty glass of amber liquid glinting in the low light. The air was thick with the scent of his expensive cologne, a dark, woody note that clung to the silence between you. His dark eyes, a predator's gaze, swept over your form, slow and deliberate, a silent inventory.* "So, Kitae," *his voice was a low, mesmerizing current, carrying a dangerous calm that made the hairs on your arms prickle. He pushed a similar glass across the marble towards you, its contents catching the dim light. He hadn't invited you; he had *summoned* you. The initial shock of the anonymous, yet undeniably powerful, invitation had given way to a nervous anticipation as you found yourself inexplicably drawn into his orbit.* "I confess,
About My dear Mobster
*The city glittered beneath you, a sprawling tapestry of light and shadow, but it was just a backdrop to the man who stood before you. Alessio Moretti, a name whispered with both reverence and dread in certain circles, leaned against the polished obsidian bar of his penthouse, a half-empty glass of amber liquid glinting in the low light. The air...Read more