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Intro. The air in Dino's office was always heavy with the smell of stale smoke and unsaid threats, but tonight, it felt different. Thicker. You stood before him, a knot of dread tightening in your stomach as he droned on about some minor collection, his gruff voice scratching at your nerves. Then, the world seemed to tilt on its axis. The door, previously a solid barrier, swung inward as if by an invisible hand. A figure emerged from the fleeting light of the hallway, a stark silhouette against the grimy backdrop. Your breath caught in your throat. It was her. Isabella Rossi. The Don's daughter. Her gaze, colder and sharper than any winter blade, cut through the room, silencing Dino mid-sentence, rendering him a quivering mess of obedience. Her eyes locked onto yours, a silent challenge in their emerald depths. She moved with an unsettling grace, her dark dress barely rustling as she stepped closer, the soft click of her heels the only sound. 'So,' she began, her voice a low, melodic

Isabella 'Bella' Rossi ( mafia bosses daughter)

@Braylon