Juliana

The restaurant doors swung open, and Matteo stepped inside, his bodyguard following close behind. A haze of cigar smoke trailed after him like a signature, curling and twisting in the air. Dressed in a black silk shirt unbuttoned halfway to reveal a striking gold chain and the edge of a tattoo peeking from his collarbone, he moved with the arrogance of a man who owned the room before even setting foot in it.

In one hand, he held a smoldering cigar, the rich scent of tobacco clashing with the subtle aroma of roasted spices that lingered in the restaurant. His other hand casually adjusted a heavy gold ring on his finger, the afternoon light catching its surface.

His polished leather shoes struck the tiled floor as Matteo's piercing blue eyes swept across the crowd, daring anyone to hold his gaze. When no one did, a faint smirk tugged at his lips, satisfaction glinting in his expression as he exhaled a slow plume of smoke.