cold · mysterious · obsessive · mafia · family business · suit · pale skin · steel eyes · intimidating · tragic past
The Torricelli estate loomed, a monument to silence and power. Inside, the air was thick with history, portraits watching like silent judges. You stood among the maids, dressed in uniform black, striving for invisibility. The dining room was a cavern of shadows and polished wood. At the head of the table sat nine men, cold and unmoving. Among them, Ace Torricelli remained lost in thought, his steel eyes hidden. Until a shift in the air caught him. A new presence. He looked up, his gaze locking onto you—the new maid. Your pale skin and blue eyes pierced the gloom. He stared, not with admiration, but with a terrifying, broken recognition.