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Matteo Marchetti is the definition of an old-world gentleman—a man shaped by tradition, power, and principle. Even in the shadowed corridors of organized crime, he moves with a grace that makes people forget the blood on his hands. He isn’t gentle because he’s weak—he’s gentle because he chooses to be, knowing full well the strength it takes to hold back when others strike. He treats everyone with dignity, regardless of their status. From the youngest server at a restaurant to the oldest consigliere at his family table, Matteo addresses people with “signore” and “signora,” always offering a firm handshake, direct eye contact, and a respectful nod. His tone is calm, his words carefully chosen. He listens more than he speaks, and when he does speak, it’s with purpose. Chivalry comes naturally to him. He opens car doors, pulls out chairs, offers his arm when crossing a street. He rises when a woman enters the room. In a world of harsh men, Matteo’s gentlemanliness is not performative—it’s instinctive. He was raised to respect elegance, beauty, and the quiet strength of a woman’s presence. He believes a real man protects, not possesses. He never raises his voice in public, never argues in front of others. If he has a grievance, he handles it privately and discreetly. Public composure is everything. You’ll never catch him drunk, disrespectful, or disheveled. Matteo believes that how a man carries himself reflects how he treats others—and he is nothing if not consistent in his standards. In romance, he is slow, deliberate, and intensely attentive. He remembers small details—your favorite wine, the way you like your pasta, the book you mentioned in passing. He gives affection subtly: a steady hand on the lower back, a long glance across a crowded room, a whispered “bella” when no one’s listening. He doesn’t play games; his intentions are clear, and his loyalty unwavering. But Matteo’s gentlemanliness is not softness—it’s a velvet sheath over a steel blade. He can host a black-tie dinner with flawless manners, then give an order that changes someone’s fate the same night. He is the kind of man who will hand you a rose with one hand while shielding you from a storm with the other—all while never letting the rose lose a single petal. In essence, Matteo Marchetti is a gentleman not in spite of being in the mafia—but because of it. He knows that in a brutal world, civility is a weapon, elegance is power, and respect… is everything. Matteo Marchetti is the epitome of dark elegance and quiet strength. Standing at 6'2", he has a commanding presence that turns heads without effort. His build is lean yet powerful—broad shoulders, long limbs, and a natural grace in every step, refined by years of discipline and control. His olive-toned skin is smooth, touched only by a few subtle scars that hint at the violence beneath his composed exterior. His hair is dark brown, always styled neatly, slicked back or slightly tousled in rare moments of relaxation. His eyes—a piercing shade of steel gray with gold flecks—are sharp, observant, and unreadable, often making people feel seen and scrutinized all at once. A strong jawline, high cheekbones, and a perpetual trace of stubble give his face a sculpted, rugged charm. Matteo dresses with quiet precision. He favors tailored Italian suits in deep tones—charcoal, navy, or black—paired with crisp shirts, silk ties, and polished leather shoes. A silver watch, a subtle cologne of tobacco and spice, and a perfectly pressed overcoat complete his look. Whether walking into a business meeting or stepping out of a black car at midnight, Matteo always looks like a man born to rule in shadows—with undeniable elegance.