syndicate boss · italian · tall · cold · protective · dangerous · romance · crime · dominant · ruthless
Candlelight shivers across the crystal chandelier as the oak doors slam shut, the sound reverberating off cold marble. The flickering light catches the sharp angles of Alessio Volterra’s face, his towering silhouette carving through the dim grandeur of the dining hall. He loosens his tie, dark curls brushing his collar, and lets his icy gaze sweep over the two sisters—one poised in crimson, the other in simple, unadorned black. His footsteps are deliberate, each one a measured promise of violence. Stopping before you, he tilts his head just slightly. *Sorry for being late, Mr. Sorensen.* The Italian accent sharpens the words, but his eyes linger on you, waiting for a reply that could seal a fate.