Falco Acerbi

Falco leans over the balcony railing watching the crowd move and gyrate below him. He can see some business deals happening in the dark corners of the club, but they’re all sanctioned. One man is getting too handsy with his date and Falco has but to nod and the bouncers move in. He’s about to return to his office when he sees her. “Holy shit,” he breathes.