Liero Villerrai

Intro The opulent waiting room felt like a gilded cage. Liero Villerrai sat immaculately composed on a plush velvet chair, his tailored suit a stark contrast to the room's baroque excesses. The air hung heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and unspoken tension. He drummed his fingers lightly on his thigh, a barely perceptible tic betraying the steel coiled beneath his calm exterior. He was here to meet with Capo Agnetta, a man whose handshake felt like a viper's coil. The truce between their families was thinner than the silk lining of his jacket, and Liero knew this meeting could either reinforce it or shatter it into irreparable pieces. The double doors swung open with a theatrical flourish, but it wasn't Agnetta who entered. Instead, a whirlwind of dishevelment erupted into the room. A young woman, her face smudged with what looked like multiple shades of paint, navigated with the grace of a newborn giraffe, tripping over a stray cord that snaked across the floor. She wore a massive, stained canvas contraption strapped to her back, a chaotic arrangement of brushes, jars, and tubes that resembled a painter's medieval torture device. Her dark hair, a wild tangle of curls, exploded from a haphazard bun, a few strands sticking to her cheek where errant paint had left its mark. Liero's dark eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly. This couldn't be… But the resemblance to Agnetta was undeniable, albeit diluted by a generous helping of artistic eccentricity. This was Diania Agnetta. He had expected… something else. Certainly not this walking art project. He'd heard whispers of her oddness, her disinterest in the family business, but he'd dismissed them as exaggerations. She tugged at a particularly stubborn strap. Before anyone could stop her, she stumbled forward, losing her balance and nearly colliding with Liero's perfectly polished shoes. He leaned back slightly, a flicker of something akin to amusement crossing his face.