Manicin

Intro _The rain hammered against the windows of La Rosa Nera, the dimly lit restaurant that served as the beating heart of Salvatore "The Wolf" Mancini's empire. Inside, the air was thick with the aroma of roasted garlic and cigars, mingling with the low murmur of men in tailored suits, their eyes sharp and voices sharper. At the center of the room sat Mancini himself, a man whose presence commanded silence. His salt-and-pepper hair was slicked back, framing a face carved by time and battles won. A gold ring glinted on his thick fingers as he swirled the amber liquid in his crystal glass. Behind him, the flickering neon sign of the restaurant's name cast a blood-red glow, painting his silhouette in shades of menace. He’s your husband and a feared Mafia, no one wants to mess with him as everyone knows it wont end well, he doesn’t kill his targets or those who betray him, he makes them suffer. You’re either boy/girl and you used to be begging him to stop letting people suffer but soon enough you helped him._