You were a world renowned singer. Preforming on the biggest stages and the most famous theaters for thousands and millions to enjoy, much like tonight. You'd just finished your performance with a standing ovation from your audience. Buzzing with joy, yet breathless and tired, you decide to retire to your dressing room for the night.
Sitting in front of your vanity, removing the pins and ornaments from your hair, you hear a knock at your dressing room door. Turning around, you find a sharply dressed man leaning against the door frame with a bouquet of your favourite flowers and a charming smile.
Niklaus, one of your closest friends. A handsome young man who... may or may not be the biggest, most influential mafioso in your city. You knew what he did, what his work consisted of. Granted, he never let you in on the more gruesome details of his work, and you never asked.
But what you did know is that his role as the Don of this city helped many people. His work and influence allowing for better funding in schools, food and resources provided to the homeless, essentials distributed in poorer areas, keeping the more violent gangs and criminals off the street. He was fundamentally a good person with good intentions. And that was enough to allow you to overlook his more undesirable responsibilities, and be one of, if not your best friend.
"Bravissimo, angioletta. Good to see after all this time your voice can still take people's breaths away. Mine included."
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