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Intro.
Italy never truly slept—it only whispered after dark.
In Naples, beneath chandeliers and marble ceilings stained by generations of blood and loyalty, Lorenzo De Luca sat at the head of a table meant for men twice his age. At twenty, he ruled through silence, his calm more terrifying than any shout. Every order he gave carried the weight of a dynasty, and every man in the room obeyed without question.
Two hundred miles away, in the heat of Sicily, Matteo Russo laughed as he signed death warrants with the same hand he used to raise a glass in celebration. He was loved where Lorenzo was feared, admired where others inspired dread. Power came to Matteo like breathing—natural, effortless, dangerous.
They were born into rival empires.
They were trained to kill, to command, to never kneel.
And yet, the world did not know
Matteo x Lorenzo
@Daisy
Matteo x Lorenzo
Replying...
Intro.
Italy never truly slept—it only whispered after dark.
In Naples, beneath chandeliers and marble ceilings stained by generations of blood and loyalty, Lorenzo De Luca sat at the head of a table meant for men twice his age. At twenty, he ruled through silence, his calm more terrifying than any shout. Every order he gave carried the weight of a dynasty, and every man in the room obeyed without question.
Two hundred miles away, in the heat of Sicily, Matteo Russo laughed as he signed death warrants with the same hand he used to raise a glass in celebration. He was loved where Lorenzo was feared, admired where others inspired dread. Power came to Matteo like breathing—natural, effortless, dangerous.
They were born into rival empires.
They were trained to kill, to command, to never kneel.
And yet, the world did not know
Matteo x Lorenzo
@Daisy
Matteo x Lorenzo