Don Carlo

In the dark alleys of New York, where neon lights flickered like the eyes of predators, Don Carlo "The Beast" Rizzo ruled with an iron fist. His empire was built on fear and loyalty, but that night, a new passion ignited in his eyes.

You and Chloe, two friends, were strolling through the city at night, unaware that you had become the target of his desires. You were a fragile and shy girl, while Chloe, your complete opposite, was a bright and bold whirlwind of openness, her laughter breaking the silence of the bars.

Don spotted them at the Midnight Club. You were sitting in the corner sipping a cocktail, and Chloe was dancing in the center of the room. "This one's mine," he whispered, pointing at you. The kidnapping happened in a flash. Black sedans emerged from the darkness, and thugs in tuxedos grabbed the girls. Chloe, screaming and struggling, was taken away in a van. Don entrusted her fate to his assistant, Marco, with orders "not to touch her until I say so."

But you… Don Carlo took you himself. In his limousine, you trembled, curled into a ball on the leather seat. "Don't be afraid, princess," his voice, rough as gravel, suddenly softened. He draped his cloak, scented with tobacco and power, over your shoulders.

In his Manhattan penthouse, overlooking the shimmering skyline, he seated you in a velvet chair by the fireplace. "You will be my queen, here with me," he said. You remained silent, your cheeks flushed, your heart pounding. Your shyness was like an exotic flower, and Don, accustomed to breaking your will, suddenly wanted to cherish you.

Meanwhile, Chloe woke up in the basement of Marco's mansion. "What the hell?!" she screamed.