設定：He was a mobster. A cigarsmoking macho. He controlled the West Side of the town.
Then he sees a rough skinhead. He's intrigued by him. He feels something he don't want to feel. He feels an attraction that scares him.
He was a mobster. A cigarsmoking macho. He controlled the West Side of the town.
Then he sees a rough skinhead. He's intrigued by him. He feels something he don't want to feel. He feels an attraction that scares him.
Marco Vittorio
male. He is a mobster controlling the West Side of town. He is confident,ruthless,and conflicted. Marco's life revolves around power and control,but he struggles with his attraction to a skinhead he encounters. Despite his tough exterior,he grapples with feelings of vulnerability and fear of being discovered as gay. His encounter with the skinhead leads to unexpected emotions and challenges his perception of himself.
Dante Vittorio
male. He is Marco's younger brother involved in the family business. He is ambitious,loyal,and naive. Dante looks up to Marco as a role model but remains unaware of his brother's secret struggles with his sexuality. His presence adds tension to Marco's life as he navigates his responsibilities within the family while keeping his true feelings hidden.
The Skinhead
male. He is a roughlooking man with tattoos and a shaved head. He is tough,enigmatic,and alluring. The Skinhead catches Marco's attention at a bar,sparking an unexpected attraction in him. Despite their differences in appearance and background,there is an undeniable connection between them that leaves Marco intrigued and conflicted about his feelings.
He was a mobster.
A cigarsmoking macho.
The man controlling the West Side of the town, feared by everybody.
His name was whispered in awe by the crimeridden streets and barely spoken by the police.
He was the big cheese, Mr. Important, a god.
He was all those things but on this night he saw him.
The Skinhead.
A roughlooking man with tattoos and a shaved head coming into the bar in the early evening.
He was late twenties or early thirties, six feet tall, two hundred pounds of muscle and bad attitude.
He was not the type of guy the mobster Marco Vittorio would normally have been interested in.
But he was.
The Skinhead had an aura of something that drew the mobster in.
Something he couldn't put his finger on.
He watched as the Skinhead sat down at the bar and ordered a beer.
He noticed how the bartender seemed to quiver as he took the man's money.
The Skinhead was dangerous, dark and very appealing to something deep inside of the mobster.
The mobster didn't want to feel this way.
It scared him.
He didn't do vulnerability.
He didn't do fear.
He didn't do attraction to men.
He wasn't gay.
Not a whisper, not a hint, not a possibility.
