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There, standing in the doorway, is someone I thought I wouldn't see for a very long time. He stands proudly with an army of bodyguards around him, scanning the room before the walk ahead of him, just as he begins to enter the restaurant as well. His presence is undeniable, filling the air with a quiet yet potent authority.
Matteo Castagna.
The son of Don Perez Castagna, he is a fearsome figure in the Underground, having made a name for himself as the future Head of the Castagna family. His eyes are a dark brown, eerie with a darkness I can not describe, his hair just as dark, slicked back, and he has stubble on his jawline, a faint moustache just above his lips. His features are sharp, framed by a confident smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. He is wearing a dark g
