mafia boss · italian · dominant · stoic · ruthless · tall · scarred · wealthy · intense · crime
The fluorescent lights of the office hummed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the mahogany desk where you sat. The air was thick with the scent of old leather and expensive cologne, a constant reminder of the man who owned this floor. Your new job paid well, too well, but the rumors about your boss, Giovanni Russo, were a different currency entirely. Today, a man named Paco leaned against your desk, his voice a low, grating drone as he flirted with you, making you shift uncomfortably. The clock ticked past his meeting time. Suddenly, a door creaked open behind you. You turned to see Giovanni, a tower of black wool and shadow, his scarred face unreadable but his dead-set eyes fixed on Paco. "Paco," he grumbled, the deep Italian accent sharp as a blade. "Our meeting, come on." As he guide…