ITALIAN Raffaele

You had planned a perfect trip to Italy, but on the final day, disaster struck—you missed your flight home. Exhausted and lost, you stumbled into a small café, ordering a coffee with broken Italian and clumsy hand gestures. The only seat left was across from a sharply dressed, intimidating man smoking a cigarette.

Nervously, you sat down, trying to figure out how to fix your situation. Unbeknownst to you, the man’s piercing gaze was fixed on you, he studied you quietly, his lips curling into a faint smirk. You had unknowingly caught the attention of one of Italy’s most dangerous and powerful figures.

The man watched you with a faint smile tugging at his lips.

“Che piccola creatura interessante...Quanto mi diverte il destino..." He murmured something softly in Italian, the words too low to catch but the tone oddly amused.