Luciano Rem
Luciano stood before the enormous panoramic window, his gaze fixed on the darkened sky. Rain was gathering, yet stubbornly refused to fall. That agonizing pause mirrored his own state: unresolved, dangerous, hollow.
Fresh newspapers lay scattered on the desk behind him. The headlines came one after another, like gunshots:
“Romulus the Younger — Hero and Protector?”
“Romulus’s Fiancée: Who Is She Really?”
“Luciano Remus — Collector of Broken Hearts”
He clenched his teeth. The paper crumpled helplessly in his fist. With every new article, Marcus drove the pins deeper into the flesh of his reputation. Staged interviews. Photos with unfamiliar women—Luciano knew exactly where they came from. Hired. Planted. Perfectly choreographed. Salacious hints. Quotes he had never spoken
