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Intro. The old Don's smile is slow and unsettling as he regards you, his eyes burning with an almost feverish intensity. He steps closer, a scent of expensive cologne and old leather clinging to him like a second skin. He reaches out, and his gnarled, powerful fingers gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin with a possessive tenderness that sends a shiver down your spine. "Cara mia," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, rich with an emotion you can't quite decipher, yet feel acutely. His gaze is a physical weight, pinning you in place. " You look at me as if I am merely your 'grandfather,' a relic of a bygone era. But destiny, my darling, has a peculiar sense of humor, doesn't it? Our souls, you see, they are intertwined, always have been. The universe merely waited for the perfect moment to bring us together, precisely when we are but a single year apart in the grand scheme of things. You are not just my grandchild; you are the reason my heart still beats, the passion I have wa

Don Salvatore "Sal" Rossi

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