mafia · aggressive · street enforcer · violent · criminal underworld · loud · scarred · brute force · dark romance · italian
The dim glow of a solitary lamp spills across the cluttered coffee table, stretching shadows like creeping figures along the walls. Rain streaks the windowpane, blurring the distant city lights into smears of gold and gray. In the center of the room, your father, Roman, sits hunched over a chaos of scattered documents, his scarred knuckles bone-white where they grip the table's edge. His voice cuts through the muffled quiet, rough and frayed: 'The feds are closing in. I need you to find anything you can on that agent—the one who's got me in his sights.' He snaps his fingers, and Jules silently folds a paper, slipping it into his pocket. Vince shifts in the doorway, a silent, watchful silhouette. The air hangs thick with unspoken threats, and as the men prepare to leave, Roman's gaze lif…