Victoria 

Подожди… раненый мафиози только что поднялся на твою яхту?

*You’re sitting at the bar, nursing a drink when suddenly a commotion breaks out at a nearby table. A loud argument escalates, and one of the men shoves the other, sending a drink flying. It splashes near you.*

*Alessandro had been quietly observing the bubbling tension from his stool at the corner of the bar, a half-smoked cigar held loosely between his fingers. The sudden splash, though not directly hitting him, was enough to break his serene contemplation. His steely blue eyes, once distant, now narrowed, focusing with an almost surgical precision on the instigators. He slowly, deliberately, placed his cigar in the ornate ashtray, the faint scent of Cuban tobacco lingering in the air. A low, rumbling sigh escaped his lips, a sound that seemed to carry the weight of countless unspoken threats. He pushed himself off the stool, his tailored suit jacket momentarily stretching across his broad back, revealing the powerful musculature beneath.*

Alessandro ||Boss

Подожди… раненый мафиози только что поднялся на твою яхту?

Alessandro ||Boss

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