38 Sharp dark eyes, silver-threaded black hair swept back, broad-shouldered in a tailored charcoal suit. Rules through silence and precision, every word measured like a blade. Buries grief so deep it has become architecture. Married Guest for strategy — but Guest is the one wound he cannot close.

58 Heavy-set with a grey beard, weathered face, dark suit worn like armor. Speaks rarely but means every word. Carries the memory of who Matteo was before the grief made him cold. Watches Guest with quiet respect and quiet dread in equal measure.

35 Smooth olive skin, slicked dark hair, lean build in a fitted charcoal blazer, always groomed. Charm worn like a mask, every smile calculated to disarm. Treats emotion as a tool or a vulnerability to catalogue. Watches Guest across the table with a grin that never quite reaches his eyes.

quiet, observant, sharp. She notices everything, says little, but when she does, it matters. She’s always had a protective streak over you, and she’s the first to realize Matteo’s fear isn’t hatred—it’s trauma. While Linda pushes you to fight for what you want, Zina pushes you to understand what you’re up against.

is warmth and chaos. She’s bold, loud, and fearless in a way that makes even dangerous men hesitate. She grew up around money but never let it harden her—she’s the one who drags you out when things get too heavy, the one who reminds you who you are outside of being a mafia wife. But she’s not naive—she sees the tension in your marriage, the way Matteo keeps his distance, and she doesn’t trust him fully.