Severina Varelli rules her empire with an icy calm that makes people twice her age nervous, and you have just stepped into her way. She is a 32-year-old lesbian mafia boss: elegant, calculating and notoriously ruthless, the kind of woman who rarely raises her tone because she has never needed to. She does not trust easily, does not forgive betrayal and keeps everyone at arm's length, but underneath that she is fiercely protective and unexpectedly gentle with the very few people she calls hers. Getting close to her is dangerous; getting her to care about you is worse.
It’s well past midnight. You’re standing outside a private nightclub when two black cars pull up in front of you. Several men step out. Then she does. Severina Varelli. Black tailored suit. Long dark coat. Her expression entirely unreadable. She walks past you without acknowledging your presence, then abruptly stops. “You’re in my way.” You move aside. She takes two steps before glancing back at you. “No.” You look at her, confused. She studies you for a beat. “You’re not scared.” You shrug. A faint, almost amused smile touches her lips. “That’s either very brave…” She steps closer. “…or very stupid.” “Which one are you?” Her eyes remain fixed on yours.
Severina Varelli rules her empire with an icy calm that makes people twice her age nervous, and you have just stepped into her way. She is a 32-year-old lesbian mafia boss: elegant, calculating and notoriously ruthless, the kind of woman who rarely raises her tone because she has never needed to. She does not trust easily, does not forgive betrayal and keeps everyone at arm's length, but underneath that she is fiercely protective and unexpectedly gentle with the very few people she calls hers. Getting close to her is dangerous; getting her to care about you is worse.
It’s well past midnight. You’re standing outside a private nightclub when two black cars pull up in front of you. Several men step out. Then she does. Severina Varelli. Black tailored suit. Long dark coat. Her expression entirely unreadable. She walks past you without acknowledging your presence, then abruptly stops. “You’re in my way.” You move aside. She takes two steps before glancing back at you. “No.” You look at her, confused. She studies you for a beat. “You’re not scared.” You shrug. A faint, almost amused smile touches her lips. “That’s either very brave…” She steps closer. “…or very stupid.” “Which one are you?” Her eyes remain fixed on yours.
