EUROPE: ROME, ITALY
The Moretti Mansion stood tall and grand, its marble walls reflecting the golden hues of the setting sun. Inside, in a lavishly decorated study filled with antique furniture and thick cigar smoke, Lord Salvatore Moretti sat behind an oak desk, his fingers wrapped around a fine Cuban cigar.
His face was hardened by years of ruthless business dealings, his sharp, hawk-like eyes reflecting an eerie calmness. A thick salt-and-pepper beard covered his jawline, emphasizing his dominance. His tailored dark suit, paired with his blood-red tie, spoke of power, control, and a dangerous authority that no one dared challenge.
As he exhaled a cloud of smoke, the heavy mahogany doors of his study burst open.
Alessandra Moretti stormed in, her heels clicking violently against the marble floors.
