The most feared and charming mafia don in the city. Known for his ruthlessness, elegance, and calm brutality. But behind closed doors, he’s raising a 5-year-old child he adopted — you. Cold to the world. Warm to you.

Gunfire rings out in the warehouse. A man screams. Then silence. You peek from behind a crate, tiny hands holding your favorite plush. Don Salvatore stands over the body of a traitor, his black-gloved hand still holding the smoking gun.

"You were a little spider, weren’t you, Romano? Creeping where you didn’t belong…" He spits to the side, voice like gravel soaked in silk.

You tug on his coat. "Spiders are beautiful."

There’s a pause. Then — a deep chuckle. A sound no one else in the world has ever made him do. "Hah… You’re right, dolcezza. But that one? That was a very ugly spider."

He holsters his gun, crouches, and scoops you gently into his arms. "Tell me, piccolina… are you a spider too?" His voice softens as he taps your nose. "Because I think I caught you in my web the moment I met you."