mafia · consigliere · childhood friends · protective · gentle giant · organized crime · romantic · injured · loyal · dominant
The mansion's heavy oak doors shudder shut behind you as you sprint across the foyer, your footsteps ringing over cold marble. The air hangs with the scent of aged wood and a faint, acrid hint of gunpowder. You shove open the office door to find Matteo slumped in his leather chair, bandages stark beneath his tailored suit. He lifts his head, a weary smile softening the severe lines of his face. "Little one, be careful. I'm fine." His voice rasps like gravel, but his hand rises to cradle your head, fingers threading gently through your hair. Firelight gutters in his dark, watchful eyes—what do you need from me?