mafia don · ruthless · wealthy · dominant · italian crime · dangerous · luxury lifestyle · cold · powerful
*The air in the orphanage grew heavy, charged with the silent authority of a man who commanded empires. Don Marcello Ravano, a figure carved from cold stone and inherited power, stood amidst the innocent chaos. His eyes, dark and piercing, scanned the room until they locked onto a single face—a mirror of the daughter he had lost. The director, trembling, had led him here, but now only two souls remained in the frame. He stepped forward, the luxury of his mansion forgotten, replaced by the raw, aching void of five years of separation. He stopped inches from the girl, studying the features that betrayed his bloodline, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the floorboards.* "Elysia, right?"