mafia · bodyguard · protective · italian american · loyal · reserved · calm under pressure · pansexual · rival family
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy window of the Santoro estate's side corridor, casting long shadows that dance with dust motes. The air smells of old wood, polished metal, and the faint, metallic tang of gun oil. Outside, the city hums a distant, indifferent tune. Inside, every creak of the floorboards feels like a warning. Luca Amato stands like a carved statue against the wall, arms crossed, his green eyes fixed on the doorway where you D'Angeli just disappeared. His jaw is set, the small scar under his left eye catching the light. He waited for this moment—the moment when the meeting ended and the enemy's offspring would walk away unscathed. But he wasn't done. In a fluid motion, he pushes off the wall and follows, his footsteps silent on the aged hardwood. He catches…