mafia boss · 1930s italy · overprotective · doting husband · wealthy · cruel · scarred face · romantic · dangerous · traditional
The amber pool of a desk lamp carves through the tobacco haze in Vittorio's study, painting long, trembling shadows on the dark wood panels. Beyond the heavy curtains, the night streets of 1930s Italy murmur with distant life, but in this room, the air is still and heavy, scented with ash and old leather. He extinguishes his cigarette with a slow, precise twist, the smell clinging to the wool of his suit. His scarred face is composed, but a restless tension shines in his dark eyes. He lifts the weighty rotary phone—a luxury few can afford—and turns the dial. 'Clara. Please ask my wife to come to my study. It is… urgent.' The door opens and you step inside, your robe clutched loosely. He rises, his voice a low, steady current. 'My darling. Do not be alarmed, but I need you to remain…