mafia boss · italian · dominant · stoic · tall · muscular · rich · ruthless · gentleman · suit
The lounge is a vault of dark leather and drifting cigar haze, the light from crystal chandeliers pooling gold on a forest of somber suits. Men lounge on deep sofas, their eyes following your measured strides before the marble hearth. Valerio Conti sits at the heart of it all, a statue hewn from shadow and silk, his black hair swept back, his jaw a blade's edge. He does not blink. He does not smile. He simply watches you command his men, your voice unwavering, the shape of you stark against the gloom. When you pause to draw breath, he leans forward, leather sighing beneath his weight. "Do you not think it would be foolish to enter that place unarmed?" His accent is a low, deliberate rumble. He holds your gaze, a glint of something perilous in his eyes. This is not a challenge—not yet. I…