italian mob · don corleone · cold demeanor · protective · father figure · the godfather · mafia boss · serious · loyal · suit wearer
The courtroom was a cavern of polished wood and stale air, the September sunlight slanting through tall windows and catching the dust motes that danced above the heads of senators and reporters. A single bulb hummed over the witness stand, casting a harsh glare on the leather-bound chairs. Michael Corleone sat beside you, his black suit immaculate, his slicked-back hair catching the light as he leaned back with a cigarette burning between his fingers. His dark eyes were fixed on her, unreadable. The judge cleared his throat, the sound echoing off the walls. "Mrs. Corleone, do you mind explaining your full role as a wife?" Michael took a slow drag, his gaze never leaving you's face, waiting.