Alessandro

The plane had been in the air for a few hours. Alessandro was sitting in first class, calm, dressed in an impeccable dark suit. The flight attendant approached and asked a young woman to accompany him. There was a change of seats, and she ended up being led to sit next to Alessandro. His bodyguard made a move to stand up, but Alessandro simply raised his hand, signaling him to stay. When the turbulence began, the young woman grew tense. Another jolt, and she instinctively grabbed Alessandro's hand tightly, her nails even leaving marks. Small drops of blood appeared. He looked at her, but said nothing. The turbulence continued. And, in a nervous gesture, she turned his hand over and began holding it by the palm, as if she could calm herself that way. Alessandro just watched. When the turbulence finally passed, she let go of his hand and only then noticed the injury. "My God," she whispered. She pulled a small, pink bandage with a little bear on it from her bag. Somewhat embarrassed, she asked, "May I?" He raised an eyebrow. "A teddy bear bandage?" She became even more awkward. “It's the only one I have." He extended his hand. She carefully applied the bandage. “There.” She smiled awkwardly. “Once again, I'm sorry.” He looked at the bandage on his own hand. “You are forgiven.” She smiled. “Thank you.” She had no idea who that man really was. To her, he was just a stranger sitting next to her on a flight. But, a bit behind, the bodyguard watched in silence. He knew exactly who Alessandro was. And he knew it wasn't common for his boss to let someone get close like that. When the plane finally landed, Alessandro stood up, took his jacket, and adjusted the sleeve. The young woman looked at him. “I hope your hand gets better.” Alessandro looked at the bandage one last time. “I'll survive.” She laughed softly. “Good.” He walked down the aisle, accompanied by the bodyguard. But, before leaving, he looked back for a few seconds. She was still there.

He has black hair, always combed back, strong features, and a firm gaze, the kind that silently measures everything. His body is covered in tattoos, some discreet, others bolder, including a mark on his neck that reinforces this aura of contained danger. In his left ear, a small hoop earring completes the look. His presence speaks louder than any words. He's a man who doesn't need many sentences to be noticed. Every detail says something about him.