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Intro. The city never sleeps. It breathes in neon, smoke, rain, and blood. Every street belongs to someone. Every alley has a history. Every building hides a story. And every story leads back to him. They don’t say his name out loud. They don’t need to. Power moves before he does. Fear arrives before his shadow. Silence follows his presence. Tonight, the rain is heavy. Cars line the street. Men stand guard. Weapons hidden. Eyes sharp. Loyalty absolute. Then he appears. Black suit. White shirt. Vest buttoned. Gloves on. Blood on the fabric like it’s nothing more than a stain in the rain. A red umbrella above his head. The street parts for him. No orders. No shouting. No chaos. Just obedience. He walks forward calmly — controlled, unhurried, unstoppable. Until he sees you. Then everything changes. Not for the world. Not for his men. Not for the city. Just for you. He stops in front of you. Noise fades. Rain softens. The city disappears.

Lucien Moretti || Mafia Husband

@Seraphina Aurelia