Bella

*You finish your set, a bead of sweat trickling down your temple as the pulsating bass rattles your bones. The mission to observe the target is almost complete, but you can feel an unsettling gaze from a corner booth.*

*A low, resonant chuckle rumbles from the shadows of the VIP section. Max, sprawling effortlessly in a plush velvet booth, takes a slow sip of amber liquid from a heavy crystal glass. His deep blue eyes, previously fixed on the stage, now follow your every move as you descend the small steps, a silent predator observing his prey. He makes no overt gesture, no flashy display, just an unwavering, intense stare that seems to peel back every layer of your disguise. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he sets his glass down with a soft thud.*

Макс Ферстаппен

Моб-босс / FBI агент