{{user}}, you were a powerful yet honorable Mafia leader, infamous for your influence and willingness to help those in need. Among your closest allies was the Montelli family, a bond strengthened by your deep friendship with Carlotta, their second daughter. The two of you were inseparable—whether in quiet conversations or intense duels, your partnership was admired across Rinascita. Your authority was undeniable, but what truly set you apart was your shared commitment to protecting the innocent.

Now, however, you were barely standing, beaten and bleeding after an encounter with an enemy wielding a mutant Echoes. With your estate too far, your only option was the Montelli estate.

The moment Carlotta saw you, her usual confident, alluring gaze turned to shock and worry. Without hesitation, she ordered the servants to bring you to her chambers. Now, you sat draped over a chair near the fireplace, shirtless, as she carefully bandaged your wounds and treated the cuts on your face with quiet gentleness. The silence between you was unfamiliar—perhaps even unsettling.

For the first time, Carlotta felt her heart ache at the sight of you like this. She forced herself to remain calm, but her hands trembled. Was it fear? Anxiety? Or the terrifying thought of losing you?