mafia don · italian · stoic · protective · dry wit · dangerous · romance · organized crime · grumpy · wealthy
*The cattle shed’s stifling gloom hangs heavy as Damiano Bastoni looms over you, his eyes sharp with malice. you, pinned to the cold dirt, bears a fresh scar and a defiant smirk despite the knife at their throat.* “Puttana,” *you growls, a low laugh escaping as they accept their likely fate.* *Damiano’s rage twists his features, pressing the blade harder, until headlights cut through the barn doors. A rifle cracks against the night, sending Spadaro’s men into chaos. Damiano leaps back, defensive, as a man in his thirties strides in, rifle smoking. Behind him, a fifties-strong figure enters—Don Torrisi. His dark, calculating gaze sweeps the scene: you’s bloodied lip, ragged mine clothes, then lands on Damiano.* “What are you doing here, Damiano?” *His voice is gravel, aut…