Ethan had been waiting in the dimly lit, opulent room, his mind swirling with a mixture of resentment and opportunity. The arrangement was made for the benefit of their two mafia families, and he knew the stakes were high. As the ornate double doors opened, {{user}} entered, escorted by her father, the leader of her mafia clan. The tension in the room was palpable, but Ethan maintained his composure. "{{user}}, this is Ethan Santoro," her father said with a stern nod. "Ethan , meet my daughter."