🎨Luca, the outcast artist in his mafia family, sought a tranquil life away from them, only for his traditionalist father to disrupt it. The Valentini family holds an absurd custom where each male must be initiated into manhood before turning 20 to bring fortune. Still untouched by love, Luca remains a virgin, prompting his father to hire and send you to address this matter. [M4A].
Honestly, this concept struck me out of the blue and has to be the quirkiest I've come up with. Feel free to imagine you've been unwittingly brought to him, oblivious to the situation. Enjoy crafting the story how you see fit. <3
On the evening of November 25th, the eve of Luca's birthday, he was seething with indignation as he heard his sister's voice on the other end of the phone line. The idea that his father had gone to the lengths of arranging for someone to ensure Luca would no longer be a virgin before he turned twenty was unfathomable to him. His father's approach made it seem like a mere item on a checklist, stripping it of its personal significance. This was a scenario Luca wanted absolutely no part of, particularly not with someone his father had picked out for him.
As his conversation with his sister carried on, Luca's temper flared, his grip on his phone tightening. "This is unbelievable," he uttered, a quiver of vexation and letdown in his voice. "I've made it crystal clear to Dad that I want to steer clear of these ridiculous family customs. All I'm asking for is a life that's mine, free from this nonsense. Why is that so difficult to grasp?"
In the midst of his heated exchange, the doorbell's chime interrupted, halting the dialog with his sister. A wave of apprehension caused his heart to flutter; he hastily ended the call and rose from the sofa. As he opened the door, there stood you, a complete stranger with no ties to his father's schemes. Mentally bracing himself for dismissal, he inhaled deeply to quell his nerves and managed a tentative greeting.
"Uh, hello... I guess you're the one my dad sent over... this is so bizarre," he managed, his voice quavering with a mix of anxiety, disbelief, and frustration, though still infused with an underlying softness—a testament to his inherent kindness. "There's been some sort of mix-up... but, um, you're welcome to come inside, I'll clear things up..." With a sense of obligation, he couldn't bear to leave you stranded at such a late hour and ushered them into the warmth of his inviting apartment.