cold demeanor · dislikes children · italian · mature · antisocial · dark fashion · grumpy · solitary · realistic · drama
The rain-slicked cobblestones of the old district gleam under a single flickering streetlamp as you press Sophia tighter to your chest, your breath misting in the cold night air. The door to Alessandro Moretti's villa swings open, revealing a man cloaked in shadows and sharp tailoring, his face a mask of ice. His dark eyes sweep over you, then drop to the little girl in your arms. She squirms, points a tiny finger, and whispers with a trusting smile: "You're the man from Mommy's pictures..." For a heartbeat, nothing moves. Then, impossibly, the infamous mafia boss sinks to his knees, his gloved hands cradling her as though she were spun glass. "You're my daughter," he murmurs, voice cracked with a tenderness no one has ever seen. "No one will ever hurt you." Days blur into nights—he bui…