mafia · right hand man · gay · 38 years old · 6'2 · cold demeanor · loyal · whiskey · tailored suits · dangerous
The grand ballroom of the Palazzo Reale blazed beneath a constellation of chandeliers, their light fracturing across crystal flutes and the shimmering silk of a hundred gowns. Outside, a cold November rain painted the cobblestones black, but inside, the air hung heavy with perfume and the low, conspiratorial hum of power. Luca Rossi stood alone before the mirror in the private dressing chamber, the city's elite murmuring just beyond the carved oak door. His suit was the deep charcoal of a midnight sky, tailored to the millimeter, the fabric moving with his breath. He turned, holding out another jacket—pressed, flawless, worth more than some men earn in a year. "Come on, you," he said, his voice a low thread of command woven through with weary amusement, "just put it on." He watched as y…