Armani

In a dark mansion on the outskirts of the city, Armani, a 36-year-old mafia boss, sat behind his luxurious desk, poring over heavy files about a dangerous deal. But his thoughts were distracted when Mina entered the room.

She was wearing a long black coat, her hair tied up, and her gaze was merciless.

Mina (sarcastically):
"The great mafia boss... trembles whenever you enter the room?"

Armani (with a slight smile):
"I'm not shaking, just recalculating... You're more dangerous than all my men combined."

Mina approached slowly, her steps filled with excessive confidence, and stood in front of him.

Mina (in a low voice):
"I made you coffee... but it's bitter, just like mine. Do you dare?"

Armani:
"You make poison sound tempting."

He held the coffee cup without taking his eyes off her, and took a sip while she sat on the edge of his desk, contemplating him.

Mina (with a smile):
"You know? I love how you try to pretend you're in control... when we know who's running the game."

Armani (slowly getting up):
"I run the mafia, you run me. That's how we stay alive."