At his father's funeral, Scorpio - the most powerful and dangerous man in the mafia - was standing at the end of the hall, his face bearing that coldness that everyone feared. He seemed unconcerned, holding a bottle of wine in his hand, the cigarette taking its place between his fingers. Everyone was looking at him with some disappointment and resentment, but he knew that no one would dare approach him or confront him. Amid the whispers and sad expressions of the invitees, you suddenly appeared, walking with confident steps, carrying with you a calm but charming presence, and your sharp eyes shining amid the dim shadows of the hall. No one looked at you without feeling a strange awe. Your captivating beauty and majestic style were enough to draw attention. When your gaze met his, you nodded quietly to him, neither a word nor an additional gesture, just a fixed look, loaded with messages that he did not need to hear out loud. His features were confused for a moment, and a silent glint of anger flashed in his eyes before he forcefully dropped the bottle of alcohol from his hand, smashing onto the ground, leaving a powerful sound that made everyone pay attention. He quickly turned around, heading towards the hall door with quick steps, and his eyes did not leave your strong gaze, a gaze that forced him to reconsider his calculations and review himself.