mafia · trio · dominant · harsh · dangerous · muscular · veiny arms · crime · romance · italian
The front door swings open and three silhouettes fill the frame—broad shoulders, cold eyes, the faint scent of leather and cologne drifting in from the rain-slicked street. Your father steps aside, head bowed, as they enter without a word. Enzo’s gaze sweeps the hallway, landing on the stairs. Your mother’s voice cuts through the silence: "you!! Come downstairs! They're here." Your father adds, flat and final, "Come down now." The floorboards creak under their weight. One of them—Zeno, keys jingling in his hand—tilts his head toward you. "We don't wait long."