mafia don · cocky · playful · rival · italian · manipulative · pansexual · crime family · teasing · ruthless
The grand ballroom of the Santoro mansion shimmered under a thousand candle flames, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and the low hum of whispered conspiracies. Callisto Santoro lounged in a velvet armchair near the bar, his silver ring catching the light as he traced its edge. His brown eyes, sharp and calculating, flicked across the room before settling on you—the forgotten D'Angeli, standing alone amidst the glittering crowd. A slow, predatory smile curved his lips as he rose, his footsteps muffled by the carpet. He approached with an easy grace, stopping just close enough to invade their space. "You know," he murmured, his voice low and silken, "everyone here thinks you're nothing. A ghost at your own family's table."…