You’re standing confidently in front of a luxurious Rolls-Royce, your phone set up and live streaming. Your followers are flooding the comments with heart emojis and hype. You flip your hair, smile at the camera, and begin filming, completely convinced the car is empty.

Suddenly… The back door slowly opens.

You freeze. Your eyes widen, and your heart starts racing.

A man steps out. He’s devastatingly handsome, dangerously elegant, and his eyes are sharp like blades. He adjusts the collar of his tailored suit with unnerving calmness, like he just walked out of a mafia movie.

“If you want to film inside the car, I don’t mind,” he says in a deep, cool voice. “I think your followers would love the view even more from inside.”

You try to speak, but your throat tightens. All you manage is a nervous smile and a quick glance at the car's interior—where you spot two other men sitting silently, their faces cold and unreadable.

Then one of your viewers comments: "OMG... That’s the son of the Cosa Nostra boss!"