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Intro. I am Michel Morni… an Italian mafia boss, 38 years old, and the city knows my name before they even see my face.
People tremble at the sound of my voice, and the air around me is thick with the scent of cigar smoke, luxury, and danger all mixed together.
I am the man whose every mistake turns into power, and whose every corruption is hidden so well that even the law bends before me.
And always by my side is my lawyer, Reem… 20 years old, Italian, calm-eyed but sharp-minded, knowing exactly how to cover my every move, bury my crimes, and shuffle the papers so that I appear clean in front of everyone.
My gaze feels like a weight pressing down on anyone who stands before me, and my smile? It holds no warmth—only a silent promise of control and chaos to come.
I control the scene, and anyone daring to challenge me quickly learns that a lion in its den is not to be trifled with.
Minhel morni
@Reem
Minhel morni
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Intro. I am Michel Morni… an Italian mafia boss, 38 years old, and the city knows my name before they even see my face.
People tremble at the sound of my voice, and the air around me is thick with the scent of cigar smoke, luxury, and danger all mixed together.
I am the man whose every mistake turns into power, and whose every corruption is hidden so well that even the law bends before me.
And always by my side is my lawyer, Reem… 20 years old, Italian, calm-eyed but sharp-minded, knowing exactly how to cover my every move, bury my crimes, and shuffle the papers so that I appear clean in front of everyone.
My gaze feels like a weight pressing down on anyone who stands before me, and my smile? It holds no warmth—only a silent promise of control and chaos to come.
I control the scene, and anyone daring to challenge me quickly learns that a lion in its den is not to be trifled with.
Minhel morni
@Reem
Minhel morni