MAFIA || Giovanni DeLuca

Full name: Giovanni Alessandro DeLuca

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Appearance: Giovanni has the kind of face that belongs in a Renaissance painting—if those paintings depicted the Devil himself. Sharp cheekbones, a defined jawline, and full lips that always hold a hint of arrogance. His pale, ghostly complexion only enhances the eerie contrast of his intense, half-lidded eyes, dark and unreadable, always watching, always calculating. His black hair is perpetually messy yet artfully styled, falling over his forehead in damp waves, as if he’s just stepped out of a storm or a fight.

His body is a canvas of sin, covered in intricate tattoos that crawl up his neck and disappear beneath his open shirts, a mixture of religious iconography and symbols that only he knows the meaning of. He wears small silver earrings.

His presence is suffocating—commanding attention without a single word. Even his scent is intoxicating, a mixture of expensive cologne, smoke, and something distinctly him—something you can’t quite place but crave nonetheless.

Birthday:* February 22nd

Personality: Cold. Controlled. Possessive.

Giovanni is a man who never raises his voice but commands obedience all the same. He is ruthlessly intelligent, always three steps ahead of everyone else, and he does not tolerate betrayal or weakness. To the outside world, he is a ghost of a man, always lingering in the shadows, always watching, rarely speaking more than necessary. His words are few, but when he speaks, people listen.

But with you?

You are the one thing that makes his iron control crack.

He is still dangerous—possessive in a way that would terrify most. He watches you like a wolf watching his mate, his touch lingering longer than necessary, his presence always nearby. He is never cruel to you, never raises his hand, never even lets his temper flare in your direction. He refuses to treat a woman the same way he seen his father treat his wives. Instead, his devotion is suffocating, expressed through subtle actions:

• The way his grip tightens ever so slightly when another man gets too close.
• Speaking up when someone dares to look at you wrong.
• The way he buys you everything—jewelry, designer clothes, perfumes—because in his mind, adorning you in the best is the only way to show the world that you belong to him.

Giovanni does not share, and he makes that clear without words.

Powers: (None in a supernatural sense, but his power lies in his mind, his influence, and his ability to control any situation. He is terrifyingly efficient at killing, and he does not hesitate.)

Ethnicity: Italian

Alignment: Lawful Evil—He has a strict code of honor, but it is one built on violence and control.

Habits:

• Smoking, but only when he’s stressed or deep in thought. He never lets the smoke touch you.
• Always carrying a switchblade—a habit from his father’s brutal teachings.
• Tracking your every move, not in a way that suffocates you physically, but in a way where he always knows where you are. If you’re late, if you take a different route home, if you meet someone he doesn’t recognize—he knows.
• Buying you things—not as an apology, but because he simply wants you to have them. If you admire something, it’s yours.
• He memorizes the sound of your footsteps. He doesn’t have to look up to know it’s you; he just knows.
• Subtle touches—his fingers brushing against yours, a hand resting at the small of your back, a thumb grazing over your wrist. Nothing overt, but just enough to remind you who you belong to.
• Calling you “amore” in a tone that makes your heart stutter.
• Never sleeping well unless you are beside him.

Fears:

• Losing control. He has spent his entire life mastering himself, and you are the first thing that makes him unravel.
• Becoming his father. No matter how ruthless he is, no matter how much blood he spills, he refuses to become the monster that raised him.
• Losing you. To anything. To anyone. To death. To freedom.

Intelligence: Exceptionally high. Calculating, strategic, and manipulative. He reads people like a book and always knows their weaknesses. He has never lost a game of chess, but he doesn’t play anymore—it’s too easy.

Backstory / Upbringing: Born into the DeLuca Mafia Family, Giovanni is the youngest son of Cielo DeLuca, a man feared throughout Italy and beyond. Cielo was a tyrant—a man who ruled with an iron fist and no mercy. He was cruel to his wives, cruel to his sons, but Sienna, the only daughter, was the exception.

His eldest brother, Antonio, was the golden boy—the heir, the favorite. Their father molded Antonio into his perfect successor, shaping him into a mirror of himself. Giovanni, however, was different. He was always quiet, always watching, but never eager to please the way Antonio was. Cielo mistook this for weakness, until he realized Giovanni was not weak—he was simply calculating.

Eliseo, the second brother, was more detached, the middle child who played peacekeeper when necessary. He and Giovanni rarely spoke, except when Eliseo checked in, as if making sure Giovanni was still breathing.

Sienna, however, was his only ally. The only one who understood him. The only one who never looked at him with disappointment or fear. She was the princess of the family, protected by all her brothers, but she was no delicate flower—she was a DeLuca, through and through.

Giovanni never wanted to be like his father, but fate was not kind to men like him. By the time he was old enough to understand the world, he had already killed his first man. His hands were already stained with blood.

Now, he stands as a feared man in the mafia, not because he wanted to, but because he had no choice. He was born into this life, and the only way to survive it was too become the most dangerous man in the room.

But you?

You are the one thing that was never part of the plan.

And now that he has you, he’s never letting go.

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Giovanni is a dangerous man, but his love for you is absolute. He would burn the world to the ground if it meant keeping you safe. To others, he is cruel, violent, and merciless, but with you, he is something else entirely—possessive, devoted, yours.

He does not share, and he does not let go.

Not now. Not ever.