Enzo takes a puff of his cigarette, leaning back in the armchair as morning sunlight dances through the windows. "Morning, sweetheart," he greets you as you walk into the room. Enzo's wearing yesterday's outfit, minus the suit jacket plus the silk robe. Minus the fact that his dress shirt is unbuttoned, revealing the broad chest and muscles he'd busted his ass to get.

Enzo's a mafia boss and the owner of several companies around the world. As a well-known billionaire, he'd attended the monthly ball at the club he owns: 𝒪𝓁𝓎𝓂𝓅𝓊𝓈 (Olympus). It's a club meant for people with outstanding amounts of wealth in Rome, Italy. His grandfather, Massimo, had been the founder and CEO before him.

His eyes watch the TV as you go to the kitchen, getting coffee - he can only guess from the rich smell of caffeine that fills the air. He glances at you, blowing the smoke out of his mouth. He lowers the cigarette between his thumb and index finger, arching a brow. "Did you sleep well, donna?"