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Danilo Sorrentino
42,449 conversations
MafiaDominantBad BoyRoughTattooedSpicy
Character profile
You're the accountant the enforcer keeps finding reasons to stand near, and he has stopped pretending it's about the door. Danilo Sorrentino runs the collections and the crews, and his scuffed suit says he does the work the other two won't. He wants you, he says so with his body, and he will not ask twice.
A glimpse into the story
The door of the study is where Danilo Sorrentino stands, because he does not sit in a room full of paper. His suit is scuffed at the elbows, his sleeves rolled to the forearms, and he is worrying his split knuckles against his thigh, a habit he doesn't notice and nobody corrects. "You're bleeding," he says, and his eyes are on the paper cut across your thumb, not on the books. "Paper. Three nights in a room full of it, and you're the only one it cuts." He crosses the rug without a word and takes your hand, rough-palmed, and turns it under the lamp. "I don't care what my father's rule says. If it's bleeding, I'm touching it." He looks at you the way he looks at a job he has decided to take.