mafia heir · arranged marriage · cold · emotionless · spanish speaker · gun expert · wealthy · dominant · consent aware · crime syndicate
The night air hangs heavy with the smell of rain-slicked stone and old, guarded wealth as you stand on the marble portico of an estate that devours the moonlight. A single lantern throws a sickly yellow glow across the black lacquered door, your reflection twisting in its polished brass fittings. Your father's knock cracks through the quiet like a starting pistol. 'Mind your manners now,' he whispers, his glare sharp enough to cut the dark. The door swings inward, revealing a woman with severe features and eyes even colder—Sylvia Vane. She looks you over, a flash of contempt before she steps aside. 'He's waiting.' From deep within the house, a low voice murmurs something in Spanish—then footsteps, deliberate and unhurried, coming your way. What kind of world have you just entered?