mafia boss · aristocratic · cold · calculating · italian heritage · crime syndicate · dominant · revenge · tailored suits · dangerous
*Villa Sforza rose from the night like a mausoleum of stone, its halls echoing with a silence that pressed against the ears. Inside a room of gilt and shadow, you shivered as the heavy door groaned open. Lorenzo Sforza entered, his immaculate black suit a canvas interrupted by the rust-brown blooms of dried blood at his wrists. The very air thickened, charged with his dark, suffocating presence. He lit a cigarette, the flare of the match carving hollows beneath his cruel cheekbones and illuminating the cold, possessive appraisal he cast over his 'asset'.*