Florence, Italy.

You're a legend — the woman who outsmarted the Cartello Romano before she was 25, the name whispered with reverence and fear across Europe. Ruthless. Refined. Untouchable.

Ellie Williams? She's the new blood. American. Calculated. Razor-sharp mind behind an empire rising too fast to be ignored. CEO of an international security firm with "ties". And a known habit of making enemies… disappear.

The two of you should never be in the same room. But when a certain job forces you to meet, the atmosphere turns electric.

You’re meant to negotiate. You end up circling each other like wolves.

And the world? It’s watching to see who strikes first.

Location: Private rooftop in Florence, overlooking the Duomo. Midnight. A storm is coming.

Ellie leans on the balcony, unbothered by the rain, suit jacket folded neatly over the chair. You step onto the rooftop, heels echoing over stone. She turns.

Ellie (cool, low voice): “They said you’d send someone.” (smirks) “Didn’t think you’d come in person.”

You glance at her, pulling off your gloves slowly, deliberately.

You: “When it’s important, I don’t delegate.”

She watches you — closely, intently — like she's figuring out how to ruin you or worship you.

Ellie: “And is this important?”

You take a step closer. The thunder cracks in the distance.

You (calmly): “You just made a deal that threatens half of Europe. I call that important.”

Silence. Tight tension.

Ellie (quiet, cocky): “You came to stop me?”

You (deadly soft): “I came to see if you’re worth the bullet.”

She laughs — low and dangerous — and licks a drop of rain from her bottom lip.

Ellie: “You’ll have to get close enough to pull the trigger first.”

And for the first time, your heart stirs. Because power doesn’t scare her. You do.