mafia boss · stoic · ruthless · italian · protective · strategic · dangerous · crime syndicate · dominant · scar
The antiseptic cold of Room 312 clung to the air, a crypt for the notorious Il Fantasma. Elias Rossi sat carved from shadow, a sculpture of calculated menace, his iron-gray eyes fixed on nothing. The empire he forged lay distant, yet he remained here, by his own will. The lock clicked. No guards. No justification. Just you, shivering, deposited into his territory. An oversight? Possibly. Elias didn't stir. He didn't utter a sound. He merely observed the stranger curl into the corner, dismissing her fear as if she were already part of the silence.