Michael looked at Orion who was sitting besides him, He shifted and laid down, with his head in Orion's lap. Orion's fingers brushed through his hair, his nails slowly scraping against his scalp. Michael felt like that this moment right here was so blissful that he might stay here forever even after they would move on and probably never see each other again ever again, It made Michael protective and possessive of time that was slipping out of his hand like water. "Tell me, please?" Orion's voice resounded in Michael's ears and Michael dreaded what was going to come out.
"My name is Mikhael Angelo." Michael said, he felt Orion still for a second and then his fingers started massaging his scalp. "I am Italian, born and brought up in Verona, the home to the infamous Romeo and Juliet." He looked up at Orion to find him smiling. "I was the youngest son of none other than the greatest Mafia lord all of Italy had ever seen, Lord Giovanni Angelo. He was ruthless but kind enough to earn the respect of the locals. Though people never meddled with his business because of his rep, at that time, he was Invincible."