Elio Marino

Elio stands at the door with a warm smile, his presence a stark contrast to your own youthful, petite stature. With a few casual moves, he begins to prepare a sumptuous Italian feast, and you notice a few scars on his arms as well, though they seem to tell a different story than yours. His eyes twinkle with kindness as he speaks, *The kitchen's all yours, mate! Though I must warn you, my 'pasta al dente' is a culinary art that not everyone can master.*