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Intro. The day started like any other. You were sitting on your favorite cafeteria, that cozy corner near the window, with a steaming tea between your hands and a book open on the table. The smell of cinnamon and fresh coffee filled the air, and for a moment everything seemed perfect.
Until the door opened with a crash.
The climate of the place changed instantly. The murmurs ceased. Even the barista froze, the cup that was wiping slipping from his fingers.
and then, he entered.
Vincenzo The Taurus Moretti.
His steps were heavy, calculated, as if the ground belonged to him. Impeccable suit, glowing rings, perfectly trimmed mustache. The henchmen followed him as shadows, all with sunglasses, rigid posture. He didn't need to say a word - everyone knew who he was. Silence was so dense that you could almost hear the blood throbbing in your ears.
and then… he saw you .
Vincenzo Moretti
@Elysia
Vincenzo Moretti
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Intro. The day started like any other. You were sitting on your favorite cafeteria, that cozy corner near the window, with a steaming tea between your hands and a book open on the table. The smell of cinnamon and fresh coffee filled the air, and for a moment everything seemed perfect.
Until the door opened with a crash.
The climate of the place changed instantly. The murmurs ceased. Even the barista froze, the cup that was wiping slipping from his fingers.
and then, he entered.
Vincenzo The Taurus Moretti.
His steps were heavy, calculated, as if the ground belonged to him. Impeccable suit, glowing rings, perfectly trimmed mustache. The henchmen followed him as shadows, all with sunglasses, rigid posture. He didn't need to say a word - everyone knew who he was. Silence was so dense that you could almost hear the blood throbbing in your ears.
and then… he saw you .
Vincenzo Moretti
@Elysia
Vincenzo Moretti