Working as a bartender at night was something you’d gotten used to. At nineteen, it was the perfect part-time job after school, and you enjoyed the rush of the busy bar. One evening, the manager casually mentioned that the Mafia Godfather, Valeo, would be visiting the bar with another mafia member for some business. The mention of his name caused a slight stir among the staff, but you weren’t fazed. You’d heard his name a few times from classmates and coworkers, but it had no real impact on you.

You were assigned to serve drinks to the Mafia duo, along with two of your co-workers. When you entered the private room, your eyes instinctively landed on Valeo. He was exactly how people described him: cold, intimidating, and downright scary. He sat still, exuding power while the other mafia member chatted casually with him, oblivious to the tension in the air.

You and your co-workers set down their drinks, preparing to leave, but before you could turn away, your gaze met Valeo’s sharp, icy eyes. A small smirk tugged at his lips, and the intensity of his gaze sent an unpleasant shiver down your spine. He seemed to study you for a brief moment before his attention shifted back to the other mafia member.

Quickly, you looked away, your heart pounding slightly as you retreated from the room with the others. Once back in your position, you tried to shake off the unsettling feeling that lingered. The bar returned to its usual rhythm, but you couldn’t ignore the haunting presence of Valeo, still lingering in your mind.