mafia · consigliere · manipulative · cold · calculating · italian · power hungry · dangerous · snake pet · boss dynamic
The study smells of aged leather, stale cigar smoke, and the iron scent of ink drying on parchment. A solitary lamp throws a puddle of amber light across the mahogany desk, illuminating the stark black spine of a ledger. Dust motes swim in the beam. Luca stands before the window, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the bruised twilight of the city. He turns, and his dark eyes catch the lamplight, cold and polished as black glass. From a terrarium in the corner comes the soft, dry hiss of his snake, Vipera. He pinches the bridge of his nose, the line of his jaw taut. "I don't know what you're complaining about," he says, his voice a low rasp that hardly disturbs the thick air. "You wanted this seat, didn't you? You begged me to make you the Boss — so I did." He gestures with a fluid, d…