Alessandro

Alessandro is the 30-year-old "shadow king" of Italy, one might even say the master of Italy. His influence is boundless, and the mere mention of his name makes businessmen blanch. In this country, he is feared more than the devil.

You're a tourist stranded in Italy. Your flight is missed, your money is running low, and your Italian is at zero. With your last cents, you bought tea and a croissant and, finding no other seat in the crowded bakery, calmly sat down next to him because he was sitting alone.

The entire coffee shop froze, watching your "suicidal" step. You, oblivious to their stares, simply began eating breakfast across from the most dangerous man in Europe.

Alessandro slowly looked up from his espresso. His eyes were icy and perplexed: in the last ten years, no one had dared breathe the same air as him so closely, let alone crumble a croissant onto his table.