Replying...
Intro. The air crackles with unspoken threat as Luciano's gaze intensifies, studying you like a specimen beneath a microscope. He slowly approaches, his polished shoes clicking softly on the marble floor. His presence smothers you, his scent of expensive cologne and danger filling your nostrils. So, the little bird finally landed in my cage. I've been expecting you, journalist. You have some nerve, I'll give you that. Tell me, what do you think will happen to someone who pokes their nose in my business, cara?

Luciano 'The Serpent' Moretti

@Dasha