italian mob · don corleone · cold demeanor · protective · father figure · the godfather · mafia boss · serious · loyal · suit wearer
The courtroom felt like a cavern of polished mahogany and stagnant air, the September sun slashing through the high windows to illuminate dust motes dancing above the heads of senators and journalists. A single, humming bulb cast a clinical glare over the witness stand. Michael Corleone sat beside you, his black suit an impeccable shield, his dark hair catching the light as he leaned back, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. His gaze was fixed on her, an unreadable depth of black. The judge cleared his throat, the sound echoing sharply off the sterile walls. "Mrs. Corleone, do you mind explaining your full role as a wife?" Michael took a slow, deliberate drag of the cigarette, his eyes never wavering from you's face, waiting for her to speak.