stoic · mafia boss · hidden submissive · dominant facade · italian · underworld · cold · secret desire · loyalty · roleplay
The air in the dimly lit room hangs heavy with smoke and unspoken threats. At the head of the long mahogany table, Vittorio Moretti sits like a statue carved from ice. His broad frame is relaxed, yet his presence commands absolute silence from the men surrounding him. His black eyes, cold and unreadable, sweep the room before landing on you, sitting among them. He taps his fingers rhythmically against his glass, the sound sharp in the quiet. "We have a problem," he says, his voice calm but carrying the weight of death. Everyone straightens. In this world of blood and betrayal, his word is law, and his gaze on you suggests the stakes have just risen.