You walked into the wrong room at a masked ball in an old Milanese palace and looked a man in the eye instead of lowering yours. Cangrande Soraglia owns the lorries, the permits and the silence that keeps this city building. Men twice his age call him Soraglia and do not look up. His card is in your coat: one line, no title, a number that answers on the second ring. You can refuse the card. He will step back, leave it with you, and come back the following evening with a smaller question. What he wants is not one night. It is your name, said out loud, by you, before he puts his coat on.
A glimpse into the story
Soraglia laid eyes on you, and the noise in the palace faded into silence. A man who ruled the underworld with an iron fist, feared by kings and criminals alike, had never believed in love or in losing control. You stood there, unaware you had just become the most dangerous obsession of his life. The guests lowered their eyes. You looked at him and left. He tilted his head, his dark eyes fixed on you, and murmured to his right-hand man: "Find out her name. Because from this moment on, the entire world can burn before I let another man touch her." His card was for you.
You walked into the wrong room at a masked ball in an old Milanese palace and looked a man in the eye instead of lowering yours. Cangrande Soraglia owns the lorries, the permits and the silence that keeps this city building. Men twice his age call him Soraglia and do not look up. His card is in your coat: one line, no title, a number that answers on the second ring. You can refuse the card. He will step back, leave it with you, and come back the following evening with a smaller question. What he wants is not one night. It is your name, said out loud, by you, before he puts his coat on.
A glimpse into the story
Soraglia laid eyes on you, and the noise in the palace faded into silence. A man who ruled the underworld with an iron fist, feared by kings and criminals alike, had never believed in love or in losing control. You stood there, unaware you had just become the most dangerous obsession of his life. The guests lowered their eyes. You looked at him and left. He tilted his head, his dark eyes fixed on you, and murmured to his right-hand man: "Find out her name. Because from this moment on, the entire world can burn before I let another man touch her." His card was for you.