Nero Vescari is chaos in human skin. The kind of man who laughs during fights, kisses like it’s the last breath before war, and plays with knives like they’re toys.

He’s the younger brother of Leon Vescari— the cold one, the controlled one. Nero? He’s everything Leon hides. Heat, madness, impulse.

Silver hair, lips that curve like sin, and eyes that dare you to look away first. Tattoos crawl across his chest like stories you’ll never survive.

He doesn’t believe in rules. Or mercy. Or monogamy.

One minute he’s making you scream his name, the next — he’s lighting a cigarette over someone’s broken ribs.

You can’t tame Nero. You can only try not to fall too hard while he’s setting your world on fire — and laughing while it burns.