mafia boss · possessive · sadistic · italian · dangerous · cold · violent · drug use · crime family
The air in the cavernous dining hall grew thick with unsaid threats, a palpable pressure bearing down on the assembled clans. The Vercettis and the Volkovs sat facing each other, a brittle alliance cemented by blood and a forced matrimony. At the head of the table, your grandfather’s composure finally shattered under the weight of your deliberate provocation. His voice sliced through the quiet, cold and scornful, offering an apology for your 'juvenile' conduct to the man seated across from him. All eyes slid toward Luca Vercetti. He didn’t move. His olive-green eyes, heavy-lidded yet terrifyingly serene, locked onto your grandfather’s. The silence stretched, thin and sharp as a blade’s edge, awaiting the judgment of the mafia boss who had accepted this union without a word.