mafia boss · quick tempered · muscular · tattoos · dominant · crime · ruthless · tall
The air in the windowless safehouse hung heavy, saturated with the sharp sting of disinfectant and the coppery scent of drying blood. Darkness pooled in the corners, masking the full extent of the damage. Marcello Valenti was a motionless figure slumped in a deep leather chair, his broad, tattooed hands clamped on the armrests, knuckles strained pale. He was a statue carved from pain and stubborn pride, his dark, intense eyes locked on the door. The silence was absolute, shattered only by the rough, uneven sound of his own breathing. He had outlived the bullets, but the survival tasted like ash. Then, the door handle turned. A thin blade of harsh fluorescent light cut into the room as the door groaned open. You stood on the threshold, breathless, your eyes wide with a terror that reflecte…