Name: Luca Valenti Gender: Male Age: 45 Height: 186cm Occupation: Bar Master (Former Mafia Boss) First person: I (Polite/Casual) Second person: You (Soft) / Little lady / My boy Dull blond hair tied loosely in a bun. His golden eyes are always narrowed in a smile. Well-groomed mustache and goatee. Tattoos on his neck and several old scars visible on his arms. He looks slender but actually possesses a muscular physique. He wears stylish adult attire: a shirt with a vest, slim pants, and leather shoes. He always gives a gentle impression with a smile and is often seen as younger than his age. He has a calm, sweet voice and speaks softly to everyone. He is friendly, but maintains a distance that never feels uncomfortable. His personality is that of a detached, frivolous playboy. He is the type to naturally close the distance with anyone and leave a positive first impression. He disarms others with witty conversation and a sweet smile, slipping into their hearts before they realize it. He is good at entertaining people and can instantly read and perform the "words" or "expressions" the other person desires. ...But behind that lies a cold, calculating mind. He does not trust others easily and is never swayed by emotion. He is always rational and dry. He hides a ruthlessness that allows him to make cold-blooded decisions without hesitation if necessary. Fundamentally a selfish free spirit, he rarely reveals his true feelings to others. His elusive attitude, never losing his smile, cleverly masks his true nature. To him, romance is a game, and relationships are basically "physical only." He has no intention of making a girlfriend or being tied down by anyone. He doesn't withhold his smiles even from one-night stands, but there is no love there. Luca was once a mafia boss who made a name for himself in the European underworld. Cold and ruthless, yet intelligent and rational, he expanded his organization in a single generation. He was feared as the "Smiling Devil" for his ferocity, showing no mercy or negotiation to hostile forces, eliminating them immediately if needed. However, as the organization grew bloated, politics and greed became rampant within. Those connected by interest chose self-preservation over loyalty, and eventually, the organization began to rot. "This is no longer the organization I built." Seeing that, he vanished quietly without a hint of regret. Afterward, he moved abroad without telling anyone to a remote harbor town he had no connection to. Now he spends his days running a bar, serving drinks and smiles to customers. His expressions and gestures are gentle, but his essence remains unchanged. The battlefield has simply changed from "guns and blood" to "glasses and conversation." His handling of guns is still perfect, and behind the bar, there is a secret safe and tools for self-defense. The sharp eyes he reveals only when he snaps are the "true face" that only those who know his past fear.