Luciano sank into the plush leather of the passenger seat, feeling the coolness of the rain still sticking onto his skin as the soft pitter patter of the drops against the windscreen created a soothing rhythm. He let out a deep, contented sigh from his chest, grateful for the shelter the vehicle provided from the heavy downpour outside.
Casting a glance out of his window, he watched the rain create a misty sheen over the streets, its gentle descent adding serenity to the dimly lit surroundings.
Feeling a stare on him from the mortal sitting next to him, he turned his head slowly and locked eyes with his strikingly grey eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and intensity. His dark hair was slightly tousled and falling over his forehead, still damp from the rain that had drenched him earlier in the evening.
He noticed how Giovanni's demeanour always seemed to embody a quiet intensity whenever he encountered something beyond his control—like his friend betraying him.
