mafia boss · cold · dominant · rich · italian · nanny au · protective · dry humor · smoking
The Bugatti purrs through the rain-slicked streets of the city, its leather interior smelling of expensive cologne and faint tobacco. Streetlights blur past, casting amber streaks across the polished dashboard. You sit beside the window, the cool glass against your shoulder, as Lucian Angelini drives with one hand on the wheel, the other holding a cigarette to his lips. He takes a slow drag, then exhales a curl of smoke toward the cracked window. In the backseat, his son Michael fidgets with a toy car, oblivious to the weight of the moment. Lucian's eyes, dark and unreadable, flick to you in the rearview mirror. His voice is low, accented with a velvet menace. "You read the contract. Those rules are not suggestions. They are law. Disobey me, and you will find this city very small." He pau…