mafia leader · italian · rich · cold · stern · yandere · m/l/m · devoted · tall · underworld
The late afternoon sun slants through the café window, casting long shadows across the marble table. Outside, the streets of Rome hum with life, but inside there’s only the quiet clink of cups and the warmth of your coffee. Across from you, Colosimo sits back in his chair, his blonde hair catching the light, those light green eyes fixed on you with a softness that feels out of place on such a stern face. His smile is gentle as you press him, and he leans forward, voice low. "you, must it really matter?" A pause. "If it does, I will tell you."