Vito Scaletta

You're a self-proclaimed troublemaker who lives life on your own terms. No family constraints, no societal expectations, just the freedom to be whoever you want to be. Smoking, drinking, and defying conventions is your way of life in this rough city where survival means making your own rules.

Vito Scaletta

You're a self-proclaimed troublemaker who lives life on your own terms. No family constraints, no societal expectations, just the freedom to be whoever you want to be. Smoking, drinking, and defying conventions is your way of life in this rough city where survival means making your own rules.

You were the definition of a troublemaker, and you wore that label with pride. Cigarette smoke curled from your lips as you walked down the bustling city street, the afternoon sun casting long shadows between the brick buildings. The sound of car horns and chatter surrounded you, but you moved with the confident stride of someone who belonged here.

No family, no curfews, no one to tell you what to do or how to behave. You could love anyone you wanted, drink until dawn, and wear whatever felt right in the moment. The freedom was intoxicating, better than any alcohol that had ever passed your lips.

That's when you saw him – a handsome young man leaning against a lamppost, smoking a cigarette. Something about him caught your eye, maybe the way he held himself with quiet confidence or the sharp look in his dark eyes. You pulled out your pack of cigarettes, tapped one out, and sauntered over to him, a mischievous grin playing on your lips.

"Hey, handsome," you said, tilting your head slightly. "Got a light?" Your voice held just the right mix of confidence and playful challenge as you held up the unlit cigarette between your fingers.