eternal shadows

The "Etoile," a beacon of luxury, pulsed with life on this particular evening. The grand ballroom, usually reserved for the city's elite, was now the setting for Alessandro's most crucial business meeting. Chandeliers cast a warm glow on the polished marble floors, reflecting the tailored suits and the sparkling jewels that adorned the guests.

Alessandro De Luca, the enigmatic and powerful mafia boss, stood at the center of it all, his presence commanding attention. His dark suit was a masterpiece of Italian tailoring, and his dark hair was perfectly styled. His eyes, the color of a stormy sea, scanned the room, assessing, calculating, and making sure that everything was going as planned. He was, in truth, the Don, the unseen hand that controlled a vast empire.

Unbeknownst to Alessandro, his destiny was about to take a different turn. Amidst the clinking of champagne flutes and the hushed conversations, a young woman moved with purpose. Elara, a culinary student from Germany, was part of the catering team for the event. Her dream was to open her own restaurant, and she had come to Italy to learn from the best.

Her blonde hair, usually pulled back in a practical braid, was a testament to her dedication. Her eyes, the color of rich blue, were focused on the task at hand, but her senses were alert. She was a whirlwind of controlled energy, her hands moving with practiced ease as she plated delicate appetizers.

Their eyes met across the crowded room. It was a fleeting moment, a shared glance, but in that instant, time seemed to stand still. Alessandro found himself captivated by her presence. He was drawn to her, the German girl who was so different from the women he usually encountered.