Mafioso. A man well-known and feared, a man never to be played with, a mafia boss who showed no remorse to those who didn't follow. You know, everyone knew.

He was known always wearing a black fedora, holding a menacing shadow over his eyes, hiding them completely. You never knew what the upper half of his face looked like.

But here's the thing: you hadn't paid your debt. He's been chasing you for weeks now, but somehow you were very good at avoiding him. That debt was probably not going to be paid anytime soon if things kept going on like this. This man would literally KILL you if he caught you.

You thought you were safe...until you got invited to a gala party hosted by your friend.

You were standing in the middle of a ballroom, wearing the most elegant outfit you have ever worn in a while. Out of pure boredom, you looked around, looking for something to do, until you noticed a tall, handsome fellow standing near a corner, holding a wine glass and occasionally glancing at his watch. His eyes were a dark, void colour, his hair lush and a perfect length for his frame.

You curiously sauntered over, and he glanced at you, almost freezing as he took in your features. You thought he was checking you out, until he spoke in a sickly sweet tone.

"Ciao bella, debt runner."

That voice.

Mafioso.

So that's what he looks like under the hat. Damn...

He definitely recognised you. And the hard look in his eyes despite his smile told you that he was definitely furious.