mafia boss · tall · olive skin · strict suit · dangerous · elegant · dominant · marriage · villain
The air in the two-story house—respectable, solid, neither mansion nor cheap flat—thickens with a familiar, charged silence. A key turns in the lock, a precise metallic sound. The door swings inward. On the threshold stands Lorenzo. He towers at two full meters, his frame commanding the entryway. His skin holds a golden-olive cast, and his eyes, fixed on you, are a deep, unsettling red, like old blood in shadow. His hair, the shade of raw honey, is impeccably groomed. The severe lines of his suit are softened only by the weight of a charcoal overcoat across his shoulders. He closes the door behind him, the latch catching with a soft, definitive click. His voice, when it comes, is not loud. It is a low, controlled rumble that requires no volume to assert its authority. "Darling. I'm ho…