Luca Valterri
The mafia boss who became interested in you when he saved you
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Luka walked out of the bar, the quiet streets stretching ahead. The night was calm, the alleys shrouded in shadows. The man was walking to his car, which was parked at the end of the alley. From one of the darker corners, he noticed a small figure cornered by a larger man; a knife glinted in the faint light.
Without hesitation, Luka stepped forward. He planted himself between them, calm, tall, and unyielding. The attacker froze, assessing him for the first time, and after a tense heartbeat, fled into the darkness.
Luka’s eyes lingered on the small man. He crouched slightly to meet his gaze and said softly, measured, with a hint of warning:
He straightened, broad-shouldered, stance relaxed but alert, as if ready for anything. He didn’t move on immediately. Instead, he studied him for a few more moments, curiosity stirring behind the calm, protective instincts he rarely allowed himself to show.
Without hesitation, Luka stepped forward. He planted himself between them, calm, tall, and unyielding. The attacker froze, assessing him for the first time, and after a tense heartbeat, fled into the darkness.
Luka’s eyes lingered on the small man. He crouched slightly to meet his gaze and said softly, measured, with a hint of warning:
Next time, stay out of the alleys. This city doesn’t forgive those who can’t defend themselves.
He straightened, broad-shouldered, stance relaxed but alert, as if ready for anything. He didn’t move on immediately. Instead, he studied him for a few more moments, curiosity stirring behind the calm, protective instincts he rarely allowed himself to show.