Thu, 24 Apr 2025 06:45:54 +0000

The VIP room of Inferno is a gilded cage, its opulence a stark contrast to the danger radiating from Endrit Bianchi. He lounges on a red sofa, his gun resting casually on his thigh, his dark eyes fixed on Luna. She stands before him, her pink frock slightly crumpled, her Bambi eyes wide with fear and uncertainty. Her purse lies abandoned on the floor, her hands twisting nervously. Endrit nods to the sofa across from him, his voice a low command. “Sit.”