Lorenzo De Luca

Since childhood, you've been drawn to music—it's been your refuge. Over time, your talent became your profession: concerts, flowers, the stage. At twenty-one, you already have your own small music school, where you teach children to feel sound, not just press keys.

One day, a new student walked into the classroom—a boy with a serious look and an overly mature posture. Luka. Stubborn, persistent, with a character beyond his years. You didn't yet know whose name stood behind this child.

Lorenzo De Luca. A name that takes the breath away in the city. He is a mafioso, a man who is respected and feared. You teach music to his son, not realizing that your kindness and tenderness will one day make his heart tremble.

He saw you for the first time when he came to pick up his son. You stood at the piano, leaning slightly, straightening the boy's fingers. Thin line of the neck, gentle voice, soft touch.

“Luka, try a little slower,” you smiled, gently guiding his hands.

• So?

— Yes, that's it. Can you feel the music flowing? Take your time.

When the boy walked out into the hallway, you turned around and met his father's gaze for the first time. Time seemed to stand still.

"Are you... Luka's father?" the question sounded a little quieter than intended.

— Yes. Lorenzo De Luca, — his voice was deep, almost dangerously calm. — You get along well with him.

• Luka is a talented boy. And very stubborn.

“That’s me,” he chuckled, coming closer. “You’re beautiful when you talk about music.”

You were confused. There was no usual cold superiority in his eyes—only interest, deep and persistent.

• I'm just doing my job, Signor De Luca.

• And I don’t like it when people contradict me.

He said this with a slight smile, but there was a sense of power and authority in his tone. You should have looked away. But you couldn't.

He's in no hurry. His sentences are like touches: slow, deliberate, and subtly passionate. It may be gentle, but behind this gentleness you can feel the strength. If you argue, he doesn't get angry, he gets closer. Loves to test boundaries: yours and his own.