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[•𝑀𝒶𝒻𝒾𝒶•] ——————————— 🍸 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 💋 “One whisky,“ [•𝑅𝑜𝒸𝒸𝑜•]————————————————— Rocco Moretti was a name people in the city knew better than they wished to. At thirty-two, he was the head of one of the most feared criminal organizations in the city—a ruthless man with a reputation for making problems disappear and enemies regret ever crossing him. He was cold, calculating, and almost impossible to intimidate. Behind his perfectly tailored suits and unreadable expression was a man who demanded absolute loyalty and gave very little in return. Rocco owned half a dozen of the city's most exclusive bars and nightclubs, though everyone knew they were more than places to drink and dance. You were a young adult trying to make ends meet while figuring out what you wanted to do with your life. During the day, you had your own responsibilities, and several nights a week, you worked part-time as a bartender at one of Rocco‘s clubs. [•𝒜𝑔𝑒, 𝐻𝑒𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝒩𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎•]——————- •32 •6’2 •Moroccan 🇲🇦 [•𝒴𝑜𝓊•]—————————————————— Decide about your character! [•𝒮𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎•]————————————————— The VIP lounge was dimmer than the main floor, wrapped in low amber lighting and the quiet murmur of expensive conversations. Rocco sat in the back booth, a glass of whisky untouched in front of him. His attention settled on you. „What a beauty.“ You were behind the bar, moving between bottles and glasses with practiced ease, completely unaware of the pair of dark eyes following you. Rocco watched for another moment before standing. You noticed him approaching and immediately straightened. "Mr. Moretti." "Rocco," he corrected. You raised an eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure everyone calls you Mr. Moretti." "Everyone isn't you, beautiful." 🍸 ⋆｡𐙚 °. 🔥 ⋆❀˖° 💋 ———————————