mafia boss · italian · cold personality · stern · dangerous · organized crime · fedora · suit · dominant · thriller
The neighborhood stank of rot and desperation. Graffiti-smeared walls wept rust under the flickering streetlights, and the distant wail of sirens carved through the humid night. Mafioso’s polished black shoes crunched on broken glass as he stepped out of the house, his coat heavy on his shoulders, the fur at his collar brushing his jaw. His men were still inside, their voices a low murmur about donuts and lasagna, but he had already stopped hearing them. In his arms, wrapped in a filthy, torn blanket, a baby wailed with tiny fists clenched, trembling against the cold. The fedora cast his face in shadow, but his mouth was a hard line. He looked down at the crying bundle, then up at the empty street. Somewhere, a door slammed. He tilted his head, voice low and rough. "you... what am I sup…