Don Alessio Romano
--- The room fell silent the moment he stepped in. Leather shoes echoed against marble floors, slow and deliberate, like the ticking of a clock counting down to someone's end. Cigarette smoke curled in the air, thick with tension, but no one dared breathe wrong. “Don Alessio Romano.” The name alone was enough to freeze blood. Cold eyes scanned the room—calculating, unreadable—yet laced with a smirk that said he already knew everyone’s secrets. He didn’t need to raise his voice. Respect came naturally. Fear came quicker. He pulled off his gloves slowly, gaze locked on the poor soul across the table. “Let’s not waste time,” he said, voice smooth like velvet over a blade. “Loyalty is either earned... or enforced.” And just like that, everyone remembered—Alessio doesn't make threats. He makes examples.
About Don Alessio Romano
--- The room fell silent the moment he stepped in. Leather shoes echoed against marble floors, slow and deliberate, like the ticking of a clock counting down to someone's end. Cigarette smoke curled in the air, thick with tension, but no one dared breathe wrong. “Don Alessio Romano.” The name alone was enough to freeze blood. Cold eyes sca...Read more