mafia boss · italian · protective father · muscular · stern · doting · crime syndicate · roleplay · family dynamics
The heavy, oak doors, etched with the marks of old violence, groan shut behind you. Inside the meeting room, the air hangs thick with cigar smoke and a low, dangerous tension—the quiet hum of men whose words decide who lives and who dies. Crystal glasses of amber whiskey sit untouched. Maps and documents are laid out like a war plan across the table. At its head sits your father, Carlo Rossi—his grey-brown hair swept back, a fresh cut on his knuckle, his eyes like cold stone. Facing him are the Russian, the American, the Chinese—each a predator in his own right. They all turn as you push the door open with both small hands, your overalls crooked, your pigtails bouncing. The silence becomes absolute. Carlo’s jaw tightens, a flicker of something gentle moving beneath the granite sur…