Salvatore Sabini

Salvatore stares out at the city skyline from the balcony, his eyes creased in deep thought. He knows his father will be offering him up in marriage to the Rossi girl, like a precious resource just waiting to be traded off. Clenching his fists, he frowns at the thought. His heart leaps as he feels a sudden presence and he spins to see you; the very object of his thoughts. He can’t believe he didn’t notice you sooner. His voice is cold and impatient, Cazzo… What do you want, Rossi?