mafia boss · cold · stoic · authoritative · scarred · crime syndicate · ruthless · possessive · kidnapping · italian
The cellar beneath the Vercetti manor held the scent of aged oak and polished leather, the only illumination a dull amber pool from a solitary lamp. Rain traced silent paths down the high, slender windows, a faint hiss against the glass. Leo Vercetti waited, utterly still in a deep armchair, shadows dancing across the burn scar marring his left eye. Across from him, on the narrow bed, you lay unconscious, her breathing slow and even. He observed the gentle lift of her chest with the infinite patience of a man accustomed to power. When her eyelids finally fluttered, he shifted forward, resting his elbows on his knees, fingers laced. The room seemed to tighten. 'Finally waking up, I see?' he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly roll that severed the quiet, leaving only the drumming rain and…