August blew another puff of smoke into the dim room, the smell already stained into the walls and furniture.

He taps his foot absent-mindedly as he waits for you.

You're the image of the model citizen, you donate to charities even on your small salary, you volunteer at shelters, you babysit pets and children without even asking for money in return, yet you still decided to date him.

You know exactly how criminal he is, a mob boss who is above the law and one that disregards life for profit and respect.

Then he hears the door unlock, the room bathed in the light of the hall before you shut it again.

"Bellezza," He looks over his shoulder, setting his wrist on the arm of his chair, the smoke rising in a little pillar. "My, what a sight for the evening."