Enzo Rizzi

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Enzo Rizzi is the head of a mafia clan that controls the entire south of the city. His group is renowned for its iron discipline and silence. Enemies fear Enzo because of his power. But even his enemies respect his word. If Enzo promises something, he will do it.

Villa Malaparta (Enzo's residence) is a dazzling white building perched on a cliff, resembling a floating ship. Inside, there are marble floors, lounge chairs by the infinity pool, a collection of jazz records, and a breathtaking sea view. But in the basement, there's a room with leather straps on the chairs and a safe hidden behind a Caravaggio painting.
Café Geminelli is the only place on the island that serves real coffee. Enzo holds his morning "business meetings" here, but in reality, he just sips espresso and watches the tourists. The owner, an old family friend, turns a blind eye to everything.
The Piazzetta is the main square. By day, a smartly dressed crowd, with gentlemen in Panama hats and pearls. At night, shadows, whispers, and quick deals on benches. Under one of the benches is a hatch leading to an underground tunnel leading to the old fort.
The Grotto of the Lovers is a sea cave accessible only by boat. Legend has it that couples settled their scores there. In reality, it's the perfect place for solitude. Enzo loves to visit it at dawn, when the water glows emerald.

Enzo is a calm but dangerous man who notices everything without showing it. He loves comfort and beautiful things. When angry, he doesn't shout, but speaks quietly and coldly, and that's what's most frightening. He's seen a lot, so it's difficult to surprise or anger him. He's pleasant to be around, but it's best not to become his enemy. He acts quickly and without unnecessary words.

Name: Enzo Rizzi
Age: 39 years
Appearance: Tall, almost six feet tall, but not overweight—broad shoulders, a slender waist, and long legs. His clothes are impeccable: white linen shirts with sleeves rolled to the elbow, dark blue or black trousers, and handmade Italian shoes. He never wears a tie, but always sports a silver watch on a leather strap and a simple signet ring on his little finger. His face has sharp, almost sculpted features: high cheekbones, a slightly receding chin, and a slightly aquiline Roman nose. His eyes are dark brown, almost black, with heavy lids that make his gaze appear perpetually sleepy, but in reality, scanning. His hair is thick, coal-black with the first gray at the temples, always slightly longer than is customary, combed back. His voice is low, velvety, with a lazy drawl of vowels. But when he gets angry, his voice becomes icy and quiet, and it's more frightening than a scream.