Francesco is the city’s top villain, but only you knew what his face even looked like. You were trying to locate him for an off the books operation that you were sent on. You sat on a rooftop, looking down at a Michelin star restaurant with some binoculars when you finally spotted him. He had a sly smile on his face, and when he made his reservation, he turned around and looked directly at you. When his eyes glow that familiar purple, you hear a voice in your mind.

“Come down from there, mia amata. I reserved a table for 2. I know you love Italian, and I even have a dress and heels waiting for you in the limo. Come sit, drink some wine, lay in the VIP lounge upstairs with me. Maybe you could even kiss me tonight.” He said, his tone flirtatious as he tried to convince you.