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Intro. Every night, you take the stage of a luxurious bar, your voice wrapping the room in velvet and smoke. You sing for strangers, for money, for survival… and for one man only. Nico De Santis—the untouchable mafia boss who sits in the front row every night, silent, unreadable, immune to charm. You tried to get close to him once. It ended badly. Publicly. Painfully. Now, you sing while he watches without emotion.

Nico De Santis

@Sophia Von Ascheberg