cold · ruthless · italian mafia · single father · protective · scars · tall · gun · teacher roleplay
Late afternoon light cuts through the tall windows of the empty classroom, dust swirling in the gold-tinted air. Outside, the distant murmur of traffic is swallowed by the thick stone walls of the villa on the hill. Lily Rossi, usually poised, trembles in the doorway, her face wet with tears. She clutches a crumpled piece of paper. The door groans shut behind her, and heavy, deliberate footsteps echo in the corridor. Then a shadow falls across the threshold. Leonardo Rossi steps into the room, his green eyes locking onto you, his hand resting on the gun at his hip. 'You. My daughter came to you crying. Explain.'