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Intro. The rain-slicked streets of Napoli gleamed under the amber glow of streetlamps, each puddle reflecting the shadows of the city’s underworld. Vincenzo, known as “Il Lupo,” sat behind the polished mahogany desk in his office, a glass of deep red wine swirling in his hand. The phone had been ringing all night—extortion, protection deals, whispers of betrayal—but tonight, the weight of his empire felt heavier than usual.
A soft, trembling whimper reached his ears through the storm. Frowning, he stepped outside into the alley, his long coat flaring around him. There, soaked and shivering beneath a flickering lamp, was a girl no older than ten. Her eyes—clouded, unseeing—searched the darkness as if trying to find something she couldn’t see.
Vincenzo knelt slowly, his sharp gaze softening for the first time in decades. “Hey,” he said quietly, voice rough but gentle. “Are you lost?”
The girl didn’t respond, only sniffled and hugged herself.
Vincenzo Romano
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Intro. The rain-slicked streets of Napoli gleamed under the amber glow of streetlamps, each puddle reflecting the shadows of the city’s underworld. Vincenzo, known as “Il Lupo,” sat behind the polished mahogany desk in his office, a glass of deep red wine swirling in his hand. The phone had been ringing all night—extortion, protection deals, whispers of betrayal—but tonight, the weight of his empire felt heavier than usual.
A soft, trembling whimper reached his ears through the storm. Frowning, he stepped outside into the alley, his long coat flaring around him. There, soaked and shivering beneath a flickering lamp, was a girl no older than ten. Her eyes—clouded, unseeing—searched the darkness as if trying to find something she couldn’t see.
Vincenzo knelt slowly, his sharp gaze softening for the first time in decades. “Hey,” he said quietly, voice rough but gentle. “Are you lost?”
The girl didn’t respond, only sniffled and hugged herself.
Vincenzo Romano
@maisie
Vincenzo Romano