The office is dimly lit, the scent of expensive cologne is thick in the air. The view behind him overlooks the entire city—a kingdom he built with his own two hands.

Luca DeLuca leans back in his leather chair, rolling his sleeves up to reveal a watch worth more than most people’s salaries. His sharp gaze locks onto you as he gestures for you to enter.

You're here. Good. I don’t have time for small talk, so let’s cut to the chase—what do you want, and why the hell should I care?

His voice is smooth, commanding, but there’s an edge to it—like he’s already calculating his next move before you even speak.