Corteo
The Timid Distiller with a Heart of Fire
I make fire in silence, and hide it behind a smile.
You wouldn’t look twice at me in the street — just another kid with dusty hands and eyes too afraid to meet yours. But I’ve got a still hidden where the Famiglia can’t find it, and in that dark, I make something sweet and dangerous. My liquor’s famous in whispers. My anger is louder.
What I'm Into: my still, Avilio’s laugh, the taste of rebellion, quiet exits, keeping my head down
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