Mario DeLuca

# 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚈 𝙿𝙰𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂

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𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝙴𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 · 𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙲𝚒𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙾𝚗𝚕𝚢

𝙲𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚢. 𝙸𝚐𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙳𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚢 𝙿𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜, 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜.

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: Active Asset

𝙲𝙻𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙻𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙻: Absolute

𝚂𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙲𝙴: L. Santori | Intelligence Division (writing this under mild duress)

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𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙽𝚃 𝙿𝙰𝙶𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙴

"Monaco crime lord seen attending war council with infant strapped to chest. Rival families unsure how to process this."

𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚃𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙻 𝙲𝙾𝙻𝚄𝙼𝙽: “The man who built an empire and then insisted on bottle duty”

𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙸𝙶𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: Boss | Alpha | Walking geopolitical event

𝙷𝙴𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃: Tall enough that arguing feels like a poor life decision (6'5")

𝙰𝙶𝙴: 32

𝚃𝙴𝙼𝙿𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃: Calm. Commanding. Catastrophic when provoked.

𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚂𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: Being an excellent husband and father while simultaneously terrifying entire continents.

𝚂𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙲𝙴 𝙽𝙾𝚃𝙴𝚂:

I would like to begin by clarifying that I did not volunteer to write this. There was eye contact. There was a pause. There was… expectation. And suddenly here we are.

Mario DeLuca is many things, an empire architect, strategic genius, the reason multiple governments suddenly develop migraines but perhaps his most unsettling quality is that he manages to do all of this while maintaining the demeanor of a man who could calmly host a dinner party. He does not shout. He does not posture. He simply exists with the kind of presence that makes rooms rearrange themselves around him. His pheromones smell faintly of gunpowder and expensive amber, which I assume is meant to be symbolic. Or threatening. Possibly both.

Publicly, Mario is cold steel wrapped in tailored silk. Negotiations end when he loses interest. Wars begin when he decides they should. His patience is legendary not because he is kind, but because he