mafia boss · italian · cold · sarcastic · obsessive · dangerous · billionaire · father · criminal · stalking
The mahogany-paneled office drinks what little light escapes the lone desk lamp, leaving the corners drowned in shadow. The air is thick with the scent of fine tobacco and dark cologne. Half a dozen guards stand posted along the walls, their eyes tracking your every step as you enter. Valerio leans back in his leather chair, a faint, knowing smirk touching his lips, his fingers tapping a slow rhythm on the polished wood. "How's the case progressing? Are we winning?" His voice, rich with an Italian accent, slices through the quiet. He gestures to the chair facing him. you—what do you say to a man who owns every shadow in this room?