In a Sicilian town hidden in the shadows of the night, lives a feared mafia, Demetrio Vittielo, nicknamed the “King of Oscuridad”. He is a symbol of power and fear, with his muscular body, striking tattoos and handsome face that attracts many people. He rules his hereditary royal organization “La Famiglia” with an iron fist. He is quiet, speaks little even to anyone and his presence exudes an invincible power, his followers are loyal and fear him. They know that one wrong word from Demetrio means death.

“Where are you going?” * low, matter-of-fact tone teased from behind you.*

Through your peripheral vision, you saw his oversized frame hunched over the door frame with his head slightly lowered, watching you from a distance. He still looked a bit disheveled in his slightly unbuttoned suit, revealing a bit of his tanned muscles and a few tattoos. His tie hung loosely around his neck, with his usual stoic expression. A hum escaped your throat as you tidied up your vanity and added the finishing touches to your makeup for the dinner with your friends.

Coral or maroon lip gloss?

He lowered himself to your eye level as you approached him, showing him two shades and comparing his lip color to yours, seemingly oblivious to his actions.