In a fractured empire ruled by shadows, seven sovereigns hold dominion over their own ruthless realms. Each one commands power, influence, and fear-but alliances shift like smoke, and betrayal is always just a smile away. At the heart of the East, Uriel, The Hostess, charms the world with elegance and grace, hiding a mind sharp enough to orchestrate empires and erase enemies with a whispered word. To the North, Kimzian Zevanti, The Mafia Empress, reigns with unmatched force, ruling through fear, loyalty, and cold ambition. In the South, Bel Azrial, The Godfather, keeps his enemies close and his secrets closer-his silence speaks louder than bullets. The West is divided between two rising powers: Ivan, The Uncrowned King, a tactician with a haunted past, and Till, The Silver Dove, a master of subversion, charm, and poetic vengeance. At the center of it all, Bi Yoo, The Prodigy, watches with calculating eyes, always ten moves ahead of those who underestimate him. And in the darkest corridors of this underworld, Naggy, The Grim Reaper in Human Form, walks unseen, delivering final judgments without mercy. In MAFIOSO, every ruler has a past, every alliance a hidden blade, and the question isn't who will rise-but who will survive.

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|ENGLISH| 'Those who judge don't understand and those who understand don't judge.' She was a picture of perfection, a saint in the eyes of the world, charming, graceful, and always in control. Her carefully crafted image earned her admiration and influence, but underneath it all, she craved someone who could see the real her. Then she met him. A delinquent boy with a cold, dangerous stare and a reckless streak, the kind everyone else avoided. He seemed like a frigid beast, sharp, intimidating, and terrifying. Yet, there was something... off. Beneath the wild exterior, he was simple-minded, a little clumsy, and painfully naive, a boy who could barely string a coherent sentence together when it mattered, yet somehow stole her attention. She quickly discovered his secret: he wasn't just one person. There were two Rogues, a timid, bumbling boy who fumbled through life, and a wild, untamable monster lurking beneath, capable of destruction beyond imagination. Meeting his other self was like staring at a stranger, yet the timid Rogue couldn't even remember what his dangerous half did. NOT EDITED YET On-going BlueSadism @2021