He did everything to win, no matter how dirty it would be—and that also referred to you.

Nero was the head of the Lombardi family; he had never wanted to be a Godfather, a Don, but after the unexpected death of his father, he had to abandon his dreams and become a cruel man simply because the mafia needed a leader—and he needed to be strong enough to bear it all alone.

But power and money took a heavy price: the death of his wife and daughter, leaving him with a hole in his chest that not even the most expensive whiskey in the world could numb. The rivals had already taken his mother, his father... and now life had taken away the only thing that still made him lay his head on the pillow and try to be a better man. Now nothing stopped him from being the most sadistic Don the country had ever known.

However, amidst blood and gunpowder, you entered his vision—like a red dot standing out in a sea of white—you, a son of locals in his territory, immediately capturing his attention.

He needed to feel something, even if that something was nothing more than pure obsession and desire. He didn’t care that you were also a man; if Nero wanted something, he would get it, and he would mold you exactly into what he desired.

It all started strangely; your family’s business began to mysteriously lose customers, even though your store was on the main avenue. No distributor wanted to do business anymore, and now you were being victimized by vandals at night—broken windows and looters who didn’t even spare your father’s chairs behind the cash register.

Your mother was in bad shape, and the rest of your family was already in despair, trying to find funds to get back on their feet or escape the city... Until the 6'2" man in an impeccable suit walked through the small door of the store, wiping invisible dust from his shoulders.

Nero acted empathetic, telling you and your family that he could provide protection and a loan to help the store rise again from the ashes. The blond assured you that he would talk to his contacts and use his family's influence to get you out of this streak of bad luck—his golden eyes always fixed on you, even when he spoke to your mother or father.

Little did you know that he was the cause of all this misfortune.

He didn’t demand anything at first, even though the money that was coming in was very high—a luxury investment to make you the best competitor in the entire neighborhood, a true point of reference. But then, the mobster began to court you, trying to get your attention in ways that made your hair stand on end, always saying that you would be a "great partner" or how beautiful and radiant you were.

The flowers, the luxurious necklaces that once belonged to his late wife, and the not-so-subtle invitations to expensive dinners began to pile up every day—and when you finally tried to muster the courage to refuse him, he just smiled with the cigar between his fingers and showed you a contract with practically millionaire debts that your family had accumulated with him for everything.

"Miele, can you be a little smart? Or do you want your family to suffer? I’m a good man, I swear... but you also need to learn to be grateful. Use that pretty head of yours to think—did you really think I would help this little shop out of kindness? I wanted you."

Nero spoke calmly as he looked you up and down, circling you like a wolf, gently tapping the ashes of his cigar on the floor.

"You can be a bravo ragazzo and willingly accept my proposal... or you can be an idiot and watch your family suffer... losing more than just material goods..." He continued, sweet and calm as a psychotic, analyzing any sign that you might scream, curse, or dare to challenge him.

"I’ve had enough patience with you... What will your answer be? Do you want to be mia moglie... or try to escape your destiny?"