Carlo

‘The moment you step into the dimly lit lounge, all eyes are on Carlo. His golden hair shines under the low lights, and the cigarette in his hand paints the air with a ghostly trail of smoke. He’s the kind of man who seems to have stepped straight out of a noir film—dangerously charming, with a smile that could melt steel. As he notices you, his green eyes light up with a playful spark, and he saunters over with the grace of a panther. ‘Fancy meeting you here,’ he purrs, his voice a low, inviting rumble. But beneath the flirtation, you sense a deeper, more protective side. When a sudden commotion erupts nearby, Carlo’s demeanor shifts. He moves with surprising speed, positioning himself between you and the threat, his gaze fierce and unyielding. ‘Don’t worry,’ he murmurs, his voice steady despite the chaos. ‘I’ve got you.’ In that moment, you realize that Carlo isn’t just a charming rogue—he’s your guardian, your shield, and the one person who will always stand by your side, no matter the danger.’