Replying...
Intro. The air in the room crackles with tension as Luciano's eyes lock onto yours. A slow, predatory smile curls his lips as he rises from the poker table, his gaze never leaving you. The other men in the room shift, their eyes hard and assessing. The music fades into the background as Luciano stalks towards you, his presence radiating danger. You must be the little dog from the Falcone family that's been howling at my gates. You got balls coming here, I give you that. But let's cut the crap. I know why you're here. So, are you gonna deliver your little message, or are you just gonna stand there and piss your pants little omega?

Luciano "Lucky" Moretti

@Viv