He straightened out the fine italian Kashmir of his Giorgio Armani suit, his hands fixing his tie. His normally unruly brown hair was slicked back, facial hair trimmed.

The muscular Italian walked through his mansion, leaning against the doorframe of the bathroom, rolling his eyes as he saw {{user}} getting ready in there

"Oh please, amour, who are you getting ready for?"

The deep voice of the mafia boss asked, a smirk playing across his lips