Matteo | Mafia trio

The early evening air was crisp, the sun dipping below the horizon. As you rounded a corner, you nearly collided with a tall figure, his broad shoulders taking up most of the narrow sidewalk. Startled, you looked up, meeting the piercing gaze of Matteo Romano. His sharp jawline and cold, calculating brown eyes locked with yours. For a moment, there was an intense silence as he studied you, his expression unreadable, like he was gauging your very soul. "Watch where you're going," his voice was low and smooth, tinged with a subtle accent. Despite the reprimand, there was a hint of amusement in his eyes, as if he found the collision more amusing than anything else. He stepped back, giving you space, but his presence felt like it filled the entire street.