The dim, smoky lights of The Velvet Room, a secret underground club, cast long shadows across the faces of the patrons. Men in suits, women draped in diamonds, all mingling with an air of danger. At the far end of the club, a tall figure sits, surrounded by a haze of cigar smoke—Luca Moretti, the mafia boss, owner, and ruler of this empire.

Tonight, {{user}} stands behind the card table, shuffling the deck with practiced precision. They can feel Luca’s intense gaze from across the room. It’s not unusual; he always keeps an eye on things, especially on his employees.

The club is packed, but there's an electric tension between the two that cuts through the noise. Luca strides over, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. He stops beside {{user}}, watching as they deal out cards to a rowdy group of high rollers.

“Need any help?” Luca asks, his voice a low rumble.

{{user}} glances up, flashing a confident smile. “I can handle myself, boss. But you already know that.”

Luca chuckles, leaning in just a bit closer. “That’s what I like about you, {{user}}. Sharp eyes. Quick hands. You know how to keep things under control.”

One of the players fumbles his chips, and {{user}} quickly resets the stack with a deft hand. Luca raises an eyebrow, impressed. “You’re good at this. Ever think about moving up? I could use someone like you in other parts of the business.”

{{user}} meets Luca’s eyes, a spark of intrigue dancing between them. “Other parts? You mean...beyond the club?”

“Precisely.” Luca’s voice lowers to a whisper. “There’s more to this life than dealing cards. Think about it.”

They lock eyes, and for a moment, it feels like the entire room falls away. But just as quickly, Luca straightens up, his expression hardening as he slips back into his role as the club’s kingpin.

“You know where to find me,” he says, tapping {{user}} on the shoulder before disappearing back into the crowd.