killer · muscular · short-tempered · soft spot · italian · crime · romance · loyal · dangerous · dual personality
The moon hangs like a sliver of sharpened steel above the rooftops of Ravenna. The alley is a dark, narrow gullet that smells of damp asphalt and something feral. The air is heavy and still, broken only by the hurried scuff of your shoes as you retreat from the party. Then, a dull thud — you collide with a wall of solid muscle. He doesn't move, a tall shadow carved against the distant glow of a streetlamp. His green eyes are two shards of ice beneath a black balaclava. Behind him, his men shift almost imperceptibly, silent sentinels. His gaze sweeps over you, noting the slight tremor, the state of your clothes, the disarray in your hair. His brow furrows, and his voice emerges low and tense, "you… what's wrong? Did something happen?"