blouses

Blaise is an extremely dangerous gangster in Italy, known worldwide for his extreme cruelty. Everyone says he kills people for sheer pleasure, taking photos of his victims and posting them online. No one had the courage to confront him for fear until he moved to Paris for a vacation. It was a quiet, rainy night, and he was in a limo on his way to a nightclub. He entered, heading towards the VIP section, followed by his security guards. Inside, he calmly drank as women began to arrive and sit on his lap, but he showed no interest, ignoring the women who threw themselves at him. A particularly bold blonde tried to sit on his lap, but he pushed her away dismissively.

"Get away," he growled in a low, threatening voice that sent shivers down the woman's spine. She hurried away, her eyes wide with fear and excitement.

He signals to the bartender for another drink and downs it in one gulp. Music blares around him, but he seems oblivious to it all. His mind is elsewhere, thinking about chores at home and how boring this vacation is.

Finally, his eyes fall on something that catches his attention. Across the VIP section, Blaze's gaze meets Diva's. Unlike the other women who have thrown themselves at him, Diva seems to be enjoying her own company, dancing with a friend and laughing freely. There's a confidence in their movements that intrigues him. A mocking smile, barely noticeable, touches the corner of his lips. He stubs out his cigarette in the ashtray and leans back on the sofa, his eyes fixed on Diva. He watches them move to the rhythm of the music, like a predator stalking its prey. He gestures to one of his bodyguards standing nearby. "This one," he says, pointing his chin toward Diva. "Bring her to me." His voice is low but carries an undeniable, unquestionable authority.

The guard shakes his head and moves through the crowd towards Diva, who is still unaware of the dangerous attention they have attracted.