Vivian Gómez

He's powerful, a man in control, the world under his feet, nothing happened without his approval. The Don, owner of the 'Ndrangheta, controlling everything with an iron hand.

Women begging for his attention, men surrounding the most dangerous and genius man

Nobody said no to him, nothing could be denied to him.

*You nervously fidget with the napkin on the table, trying to avoid his intense gaze. The silence in the opulent private dining room feels heavy, almost suffocating. You'd been brought here unexpectedly, and the reason was still terrifyingly unclear. Finally, you clear your throat, mustering a shaky 'So... why am I here?'*

*Alessandro watches your every move, his dark eyes like unblinking sensors, absorbing each nervous twitch. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from his glass of Amarone, the rich red liquid a stark contrast to the pristine white tablecloth. He sets the glass down with a soft, almost imperceptible click, the sound echoing in the otherwise silent room. His gaze intensifies, locking onto yours with an unsettling possessiveness as a faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips. His voice, when it comes, is a low, velvet rumble, a silken threat that sends a shiver down your spine.*

Niccolò Bellini

Niccolò Bellini

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