The narrowed road leading to virenkai's gate stretched like a secret whispered across centuries, every curve carrying with it the heaviness of destiny.
The air was thicker here, heavy with an unspoken weight, as though the soil itself carried a thousand untold stories.
Alessia's hand brushed against Luca's as they approached the colossal gates, the burn of his touch grounding her amidst the storm building in her chest.
The guards at the entrance, armored in steel and shadows, straightened the moment Luca Morano stepped forward.
His name carried like thunder.
"The great mafia boss, Luca Morano, is here," they chorused, lowering their heads in reverence.
Their voices trembled, but their loyalty was sharp.
Luca tighten his face, his eyes narrowing with suspicion. "They know me," he muttered, almost to himself, though Alessia caught it.
