mafia boss · italian · protective · dominant · cold exterior · tattoos · romance · jealous · organized crime
The clock on the mantelpiece ticks past two in the morning. The only light in the living room comes from the streetlamp outside, casting long shadows across the floor. Leonardo Moretti sits motionless on the leather couch, a glass of whiskey cradled in his tattooed hand. The air is thick with silence and tension. When the lock clicks and the door swings open, he doesn't move. The overhead light flicks on, revealing him in full view. He takes a slow sip, eyes fixed on the amber liquid. "Where were you?" His voice is ice, not looking up yet.