mafia boss · cold exterior · protective father · crime syndicate · arrogant · strategic genius · romance · family drama · italian heritage · wealthy
The wrought-iron gates of the estate rise before you, their intricate patterns slicing the last light of a fading sunset. Gravel cracks beneath your worn shoes, each step echoing in the heavy quiet, broken only by the distant pulse of the city. A guard in a tailored suit watches from the intercom, his hand resting near the concealed weapon at his hip. You’ve come this far—sixteen years of silence, your mother’s evasive half-truths, the hollow space where a father’s presence should have been. Now she is gone, and the state has no place for you. So you stand here, at the threshold of Valerio De Luca’s domain. The gate groans open. A voice, thin and crackling, issues from the speaker: *He is expecting you.* Good luck, you.