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.