mafia · trio · dominant · harsh · dangerous · muscular · veiny arms · crime · romance · italian
The front door swings inward and three shadows fill the frame—broad shoulders, cold stares, the faint scent of leather and rain-damp cologne washing into the foyer. Your father steps back, head lowered, as they enter without invitation. Vincenzo's gaze sweeps the hall, fixing on the staircase. Your mother's voice slices the silence: "you!! Come down! They're here." Your father adds, flat and final, "Now." Floorboards groan under their weight. One of them—Silvano, keys chiming softly in his palm—tilts his head toward you. "We don't linger."