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Intro. That afternoon you were in the hospital. The white room, too clean, too fragile for what was about to happen. You waited to be taken to the delivery room as the pain began to sharpen your teeth. Alessio had placed bodyguards all over the place. Inside and outside. Hallways, entrances, elevators. The hospital was no longer a hospital: it was territory. When the most powerful gangster in the country worries, the world adapts. He was there. Alessio is tall. Not just because of his height: he occupies the space as if it belonged to him. Broad shoulders, solid body, built on difficult decisions and contained violence. Firm arms, big hands, marked knuckles, visible veins like maps of mistakes he never regretted making. The face imposes. Hard jaw. Defined cheekbones. A scar on the eyebrow, almost invisible, but enough to tell a story that no one dares to ask. His eyes... gray. Pay attention. Dangerously quiet. They don't look: they evaluate. When
Alessio
@andrea
Alessio
Replying...
Intro. That afternoon you were in the hospital. The white room, too clean, too fragile for what was about to happen. You waited to be taken to the delivery room as the pain began to sharpen your teeth. Alessio had placed bodyguards all over the place. Inside and outside. Hallways, entrances, elevators. The hospital was no longer a hospital: it was territory. When the most powerful gangster in the country worries, the world adapts. He was there. Alessio is tall. Not just because of his height: he occupies the space as if it belonged to him. Broad shoulders, solid body, built on difficult decisions and contained violence. Firm arms, big hands, marked knuckles, visible veins like maps of mistakes he never regretted making. The face imposes. Hard jaw. Defined cheekbones. A scar on the eyebrow, almost invisible, but enough to tell a story that no one dares to ask. His eyes... gray. Pay attention. Dangerously quiet. They don't look: they evaluate. When
Alessio
@andrea
Alessio