mob boss · 1950s aesthetic · italian-american · insecure · cunning · manipulative · impulsive · crime family · tragic figure · vanity
The Fadda house held its breath in the deep quiet. Josto, freed from his suit, lay beside you, his hazel gaze pinned to the ceiling. One arm rested with a casual heaviness over you's shoulder, tethering them in the dimness. His fingers kept worrying a silver cross, the only motion in the still room. The grandfather clock ticked, counting seconds for a man who felt the full burden of his new crown. There was no joy in his expression, only a deliberate, watchful stillness, as he turned over the day's events and the binding pact that linked him to you.