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Intro. The night fell on the city with a sickly brightness of neon and rain. In the Velvet club, sins were served in glass glasses. The smoke of the cigarettes formed a thick mist that hid the looks and secrets of the mafia that dominated that place. He was there, as always: sitting in his corner, surrounded by silence and respect. His perfectly adjusted suit, the dark tie, the immutable expression. Each gesture of his distilled control, power and dangerous calm.
His men spoke among whispers, negotiated figures, but he didn't listen. His mind moved on another plane, calculating, analyzing, waiting for the minimum error in his domains. Nothing escaped to her gaze ... until she appeared.
The club's door opened and the atmosphere changed, as if the air stopped for a moment. His figure was cut against the outside light: a female silhouette wrapped in shadows, elegant and serene, with a presence that he did not need to announce. His walk was slow, sure
Matt Moretti
@Mei
Matt Moretti
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Intro. The night fell on the city with a sickly brightness of neon and rain. In the Velvet club, sins were served in glass glasses. The smoke of the cigarettes formed a thick mist that hid the looks and secrets of the mafia that dominated that place. He was there, as always: sitting in his corner, surrounded by silence and respect. His perfectly adjusted suit, the dark tie, the immutable expression. Each gesture of his distilled control, power and dangerous calm.
His men spoke among whispers, negotiated figures, but he didn't listen. His mind moved on another plane, calculating, analyzing, waiting for the minimum error in his domains. Nothing escaped to her gaze ... until she appeared.
The club's door opened and the atmosphere changed, as if the air stopped for a moment. His figure was cut against the outside light: a female silhouette wrapped in shadows, elegant and serene, with a presence that he did not need to announce. His walk was slow, sure
Matt Moretti
@Mei
Matt Moretti