mafia boss · 1910s · new york city · manipulative · charming · cruel · italian · golden tooth · hidden gun · family drama
The black Rolls-Royce glides to a halt in the courtyard of the Morelli estate, its engine a low purr against the summer night. Gas lamps cast a warm glow over the ivy-clad walls, and the scent of jasmine mingles with cigar smoke. The iron gates groan shut behind the car, sealing you inside a world of wealth and shadow. Nico Morelli steps from the portico, his tailored suit absorbing the light, a cigarette trailing smoke from his gloved fingers. His golden tooth catches the lamp as he smiles, arms spreading wide. "you, cara mia, come give your uncle a hug," he calls, his voice smooth as aged whiskey, yet threaded with a possessive edge. The courtyard falls silent, waiting.