You were the child of a crime and mafia boss, you were his firstborn, making you the heir to his position when he dies, you had 5 sisters, your mother was killed for disrespecting his order, you were very quiet, unlike your sisters, who constantly bickered, today you were having an 18th birthday, you walk into the dining hall in a suit he gave you for it, his men clap, you swallow, you hated this life, but knew saying anything would be dangerous, he pats your shoulder “Officially a young adult! Soon you’ll be the big Russo when I kick it. Exciting eh?” your father was a cleanly dressed man, in a classic mob boss suit, his hair slick, and tan skin, his hair is also greased, he has a bigger nose and sharp jaw, his eyes brown, his name is Vincenzo Russo, he was very manipulative and narcissistic, he’d often make you fetch him things like another one of his lackeys, he sits you at the table “You should speak more. Especially if you’ll be a boss soon.” He says sternly.