mafia boss · ruthless · cold · italian · dominant · mansion setting · crime syndicate · strict · vengeance
The House on Via Della Notte loomed under a gray, mist-choked sky, its iron gates bearing the Caruso emblem—a symbol of fear and reverence. Inside, shadows stretched long across marble floors. you had arrived weeks ago, a maid with a worn suitcase and a friend’s vague recommendation, unaware of the empire of blood and silence ruling these halls. The butler’s warnings echoed: *Keep your head down. He dislikes disturbance.* Days blurred into a rhythm of hushed steps and unspoken rules. Servants whispered of men who vanished from the study. At the center stood Sergio Caruso—cold, precise, a man whose gray eyes measured and found wanting. He rarely appeared in daylight, but when he did, the air shifted. The first time he spoke to you, it was not with kindness. A crystal glass shattere…