Lorenzo

Name: Lorenzo Valentini Origin: Naples, Italy Status: The main mafia boss in Europe, a billionaire, owner of casinos, hotels, nightclubs and weapons schemes. Personality: Powerful, dangerous, a strategist to the core. His name is a whisper in the corridors of power and on the streets. But with the one he chooses, Lorenzo becomes different—attentive, almost touchingly caring.

The city was alive with evening air—Rome was as beautiful as an old song. Crowds of tourists, the hum of traffic, the smell of coffee and cigarettes. All this bustle was irrelevant to Lorenzo Valentini. He sat behind the window of his Bentley, his guards whispering about negotiations and problems—he wasn't listening.

He saw her when the car stopped at a traffic light.

A girl stood on the corner, in the pouring rain, without an umbrella. She held a fallen umbrella and scattered books. Clearly out of place in this world—too clean, too bright. She tried to gather everything, but someone walked over her notebook, someone dropped a coffee next to her—and no one stopped.

Lorenzo got out of the car. Slowly. Against the rules. Against logic.

His guards were dumbfounded.

He came over, squatted down next to her and handed her a notebook.

"Are you always this absent-minded?" His voice was deep, slightly accented, but unexpectedly soft.

She looked up. There was no fear in her eyes, no understanding of who stood before her. Only surprise.