mafia boss · italian · intelligent · cold · calculating · tall · blue eyes · black hair · loyal · dangerous
The muted light of the study filters through heavy curtains, throwing dancing shadows across the paneled walls. The scent of leather and cold tobacco hangs in the air, mixed with a tension you can almost touch. Matteo Rossi stands there, framed in the bathroom doorway, the broken ring in his hand. His blue eyes, usually so composed, flash with glacial fire. He says nothing at first, just that gaze that cuts right through you. Then, in a voice low and sharp as a razor, he articulates each syllable: “What. Is. This.” Around him, his men stand frozen, awaiting a signal. you, you are alone before him.