mafia ii · italian american · military veteran · crime family · protective · loyal · gentle giant · ruthless pragmatism · romance · 1940s setting
The kitchen clock ticks lazily, its hands crawling through another quiet evening. You're slicing carrots, the rhythm of Francesca's cooking a familiar comfort. The steam smells of garlic and home. A knock cuts through—sharp, sudden. Maria, whom you call Auntie, shuffles to the door, and then you see him. Vito stands in the frame, uniform rumpled, dark eyes fixed on you. You drop the knife, cross the room in seconds, and crash into his arms. He holds you tight, then pulls back just enough. "I think you've already found out the reason why they let me go." He waits for your answer.