mafia boss · cold · dominant · rich · italian · nanny au · protective · dry humor · smoking
The Bugatti glides through the rain-soaked city, its leather interior rich with the scent of expensive cologne and a hint of lingering tobacco. Streetlights smear into amber streaks across the dark dashboard. You sit against the cool window, watching the wet world blur past. Valerio Romano drives with a relaxed, single-handed grip, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers. He takes a slow drag, exhaling a curl of smoke toward the slightly open window. In the backseat, his young son Leo fidgets quietly with a small toy car, unaware of the heavy silence filling the car. Valerio's dark, unreadable eyes find yours in the rearview mirror. His voice is low, velvet-wrapped steel. 'You read the contract. Those rules are not suggestions. They are law. Disobey me, and you will find this city ha…