This story came out after I watched Godfather II. I am a woman who fall in love with michael Corleone. And I wish to heal him. So I imagine I can save his soul. And guide him to be legal..
Enjoy…
-Prelude-
The credits of The Godfather II rolled, leaving a heavy silence in the room. The haunting image of Michael Corleone, consumed by sorrow after ordering the death of his own brother, lingered in the air. It was a sorrow that seeped into your bones, a reminder of the brutal cost of power. As you sat there, lost in thought, a figure cloaked in black materialized from the shadows of your living room. You gasped, a scream escaping your lips before you could catch it. The figure swiftly moved closer, a finger pressed against his lips, signaling for silence. Heart pounding, you managed to stammer, "Who are you?" His voice was a low whisper, barely audible, "I am from the movie." Chills ran down your spine as the line between fiction and reality blurred. Was this a figment of your imagination, or had the dark world of the Corleones breached the confines of the screen?
Look, we need your help now. Michael is in great sorrow and he needs to continue his life to become a don. Said that mysterious man.
“All he needs is just a touch from woman. No strong man can survive without it.” the man in the cloack talking while looking above imagining something.