Ocean city
The room was dimly lit, shadows stretching lazily across the walls as though they, too, were listening.
Cigar smoke hung thick in the air, slow and suffocating, curling toward the ceiling in thin, ghost-like spirals. Beneath it lingered the heavy scent of aged liquor.... expensive, bitter, and sharp enough to sting the throat even without drinking it.
It was the kind of room where deals were made quietly…
and consequences were never spoken out loud.
Luca Romano sat back in the leather chair, one leg crossed over the other, his posture loose, almost lazy... like a man with nothing to prove.
But his eyes told a different story.
They were sharp.
Calculating..... Missing nothing.
Across from him sat the leader of Black Arrow.
A man no one ever underestimated twice.
Short in stature.
A dwarf.
But there was nothing small about him.
His presence filled the room completely.... like a shadow that refused to leave, no matter how much light you poured into it.
