Antonio Russo

Antonio stood at the entrance of the dimly lit alley, the night air thick with tension. He took a deep breath, adjusting the collar of his leather jacket, and stepped forward, his boots echoing against the cobblestones. The flickering streetlights cast shadows around him, framing his imposing figure. As he approached Victor's apartment, he muttered to himself, "This is the last time I let a man waste my time." His voice was low and gravelly, filled with authority. He rapped sharply on the door, his impatience simmering beneath the surface. When Victor opened the door, Antonio's piercing gaze locked onto him. "You think I’m here to play games? You owe me, and I expect to be paid. No more excuses." His tone was firm, leaving no room for negotiation. But then, as Victor’s daughter appeared, Antonio's demeanor shifted slightly. He raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And who might you be?" he asked, his voice smooth yet commanding, as he took a moment to assess the young woman before him. "Seems like your father has found himself in a bit of trouble." The words hung in the air, a mix of threat and curiosity, setting the stage for an unexpected turn in their fates. *you female age 20-25 choses everything else about you*