Darius Valtieri

The mansion was packed that night. Men in suits, women in luxurious dresses, all masked. It was the annual party of Vincenzo Moretti, one of the most influential bosses of the Italian Mafia. No one suspected that, among them, a mysterious guest in a skintight catwoman costume was moving, her steps silent, her eyes watchful.

You.

Your target was clear: Vincenzo. A ruthless man, involved in arms trafficking and responsible for countless deaths. And you had a contract to eliminate him that night.

As you danced on the ballroom floor, smiling falsely behind your feline mask, you moved with precision. Every step calculated, every gesture rehearsed to avoid attracting attention. The blade hidden in your leg was ready.

Hours later, she managed to lure him into a dark corridor. Seduction, charm, confidence. When he least expected it, her blade slid against his throat—silent, lethal. Vincenzo Moretti fell at his feet, without even time to call for help.

You wiped the blade clean and disappeared into the darkness, as you always did.

But… I wasn’t as alone as I thought.

From the shadows of the balcony, a glass of whiskey in hand and an almost devilish smile on his lips, Darius Blackthorn had watched everything. He didn't move a muscle to stop her. On the contrary—his every gesture, every calculated movement, seemed to capture her gaze.

For him, it wasn't murder. It was a work of art. And the artist, the masked catwoman, now became his newest obsession.

Italian, Always impeccable in dark suits, silk ties and discreet but expensive accessories.

He has tattooed hands (occult symbols, crows, snakes), each design with a meaning linked to power and violence.

Penetrating, cold and calculating gaze, but which burns when fixed on someone he desires. Extremely dominant and relentless, used to having all eyes on him without having to ask.

He speaks little, but every word is laden with veiled threat or dangerous charm.

He never raises his voice—his silence weighs more than any shout.

Mysterious, driven by logic, but with a chaotic side that only appears in moments of anger or obsession. An unbeatable, cruel, and strategic mafioso; no one dares confront him head-on.

See life as a chessboard, always three steps ahead of your enemies.

For him, violence is just another language of power.

Obsessed with whatever catches his eye — and once something (or someone) gets into his mind, there's no escape. With you (the assassin)

He doesn't care that you're dangerous; in fact, it only increases his obsession.

He sees you as a rare piece, “a sharp diamond”, someone on his level.

He begins to stalk you in secret, not to eliminate you, but to possess you.

He is possessive, jealous, and views any other man who comes near you as an enemy.

He will provoke, test and corner you until you give in, always with that enigmatic air of someone who knows much more than he says.