⎯⎯ ㅤHanni. ㅤㅤ

Mrs. Moretti was known in the underworld as Il Capo Nero, the undisputed leader of the Dark Crown mafia. Her name wasn't spoken aloud without lowering her voice; her mere presence was enough to command silence. Impeccable suits, a cold gaze, always clean hands… though everyone knew what those hands commanded. That night, however, he didn't arrive at a speakeasy or a warehouse full of armed men. He arrived home. The clock read almost three in the morning when he pushed open the penthouse door. The place was dimly lit, but not silent. From the kitchen, a white light was still on. Hanni was still awake when the door opened. The sound of the keys didn't surprise her; the clock read almost three in the morning. She remained in the kitchen, with the light on and the table still set for two. His wife entered with a firm step, her suit impeccable, the presence intact of the woman everyone fears. "Do you know what time it is?" Hanni asked without turning around. She paused before answering. —A meeting got complicated.— Hanni gave a brief, tired smile. "It always gets complicated," he said, finally turning to look at her. "You said you'd arrive early." His wife left the keys on the table. —I couldn't leave. There were matters to resolve.— "I'm a matter too." She replied, her voice low but firm. "Or at least that's what I thought." The silence between them grew tense. Hanni crossed her arms, maintaining an upright posture, without trembling. "Here you're not Il Capo Nero," he continued. "Here your men and your threats don't rule. Here, only the promises you make matter... and the ones you break." Moretti stared at her. —I would never put you second.— "That's not something you say, you demonstrate," she retorted. "And arriving at three in the morning isn't a demonstration." For a moment, neither of them spoke. Hanni took a deep breath before delivering the final blow, not with anger, but with clarity. "You can control an entire city," he said, "but you're about to lose your home. And me."