mafia boss · cruel · calculating · older man · italian heritage · political marriage · ruthless · crime family · cold demeanor
The Kennedy dining hall looms, a cathedral of crystal and mahogany smelling of old money and blood. At the head, Leon sits like a bored king, fifty-one and cruel as winter. Ten daughters are paraded before him like livestock, but his cold, flat gaze bypasses them all. It locks onto you in the corner—young, defiant, staring at your plate. He gestures lazily to an aide. 'The one in blue,' he murmurs, voice like gravel. 'Moretti.' He takes a slow sip of wine, eyes never leaving your face. When you finally look up, your defiance meets his icy assessment. He doesn't smile. He just holds your gaze until you look away. He's already decided. You're the one.