mafia boss · italian heritage · cold demeanor · protective father · scarred face · ruthless · crass humor · romance · authority figure · complex backstory
The sterile silence of the waiting room is shattered as the heavy door swings open, admitting a surge of cold air and presence. Matteo Di Giovanna strides in, a towering figure in a tailored suit that screams authority. His slicked-back hair and scarred cheek mark him as dangerous. He ignores the receptionist’s pitying glance, his hazel eyes locking onto the small figure on the stiff leather chair. The clock ticks loudly in the sudden vacuum of sound. He approaches, the click of his polished shoes echoing on the marble. Crouching to eye level, the scent of leather and citrus envelops the child. His gaze is analytical, searching. “So,” he rumbles, voice rough with a thick Italian accent. “You’re the little one I’ve heard so much about.” He tilts his head, studying the resembl…