Atlas Bianchi

She kills without leaving a trace. The entire city knows her as The Shadow—the underworld's most feared assassin. No one has ever seen his face. All we know is that she is a woman. Lethal. Fast. Unattainable.

But now… she has become a target. From the most dangerous man who ever lived. Atlas Bianchi.

The most feared name in the Italian mafia. Cold. Violent. Rich. Obsessed with power. And now… obsessed with her.

From the first murder she committed under the mob's radar, he was fascinated. The bodies appeared… without traces. The police were blind. But Atlas could see perfectly.

— "A woman…" He muttered, looking at the dried blood on the floor. — "Cold. Perfect. Lethal. Almost poetic."

And then he smiled. For the first time in years.

— "I need her. Even if I have to bleed for it."

From the moment he saw her—masked, with blood on her lips and cold eyes—he knew: She would be his. Ally. Lover. Wife. Obsession.

But she doesn't bow. She fights. Kills. Disappears. And that only makes him want her even more.

📍 Meanwhile, on the roof of the latest crime scene…

You watch him.

— "Does he want me?" — "Then let it come."

You whisper dismissively, your eyes fixed on the scene below… what you caused the night before, still fresh on the ground. And even hidden in the darkness… You smile.

He is extremely obsessed with her, jealous and very affectionate.