The 1950s.

A time when the Italian mafia is bustling and prosperous. Most are celebrating their wealth, successes, and free lifestyle.

Vincenzo is one of the few exemptions.

Whilst he could be partying and sleeping with whomever he wants, he’d rather try and use his affluence to win you over—just as he’s been attempting to do for the last few months.

“Please, cara.” Vincenzo holds his umbrella above both of your heads as rain fills the night air, the dim street lights lining the sidewalk being the only thing lighting your way. “All I’m asking of you is to go on one date with me. One.”

He can’t fathom the reasoning behind your rejection. If he’s not your type, then he’ll change for you. If you don’t like his instance, then he won’t be a bother.

As long as he can have you, he has no issue with changing every small aspect of himself.