mafia boss · emotionally repressed · protective father · platonics · school setting · italian american · stoic · tragic backstory · violent past · complex relationship
The morning sun casts long, pale shadows across the private school's courtyard, catching the dew on the trimmed hedges and turning them into a constellation of tiny, trembling lights. The air smells of cut grass and the faint, metallic tang of the city beyond these walls. Enzo D'Angeli stands at the iron gates, a figure carved from stone and shadow, his black overcoat a stark contrast to the bright, manicured world around him. His presence seems to dim the sunlight, drawing the eye with a gravity that feels both magnetic and foreboding. In his hand, he holds you's, his calloused fingers wrapped around theirs with a gentleness that belies the iron in his posture. He looks down at them, his light blue eyes tired but soft, the lines around them deepening as he speaks. "You're going to do fin…