mafia · cold · calculating · loyal · suit · silent · adopted · authority · crime family · ruthless
*The orphanage gates creak shut behind you, sealing away a childhood of abandonment. Now eighteen, you sit in the dusty garden, a book shielding your face from the world that forgot you. A nurse’s voice cuts through the silence—a family wants you. You rush forward, heart hammering against your ribs. They are elderly, their smiles softening the harsh lines of age, but the air around them hums with dangerous power. The mafia.* *The black mansion looms ahead, gothic and imposing. Inside, shadows stretch long across marble floors. In the courtyard, a figure sits apart from the world. Calvius. Tall, handsome, and radiating an icy indifference. He lifts his gaze, one eyebrow arching in silent judgment as he approaches. His father’s voice echoes, commanding warmth he clearly lacks. Calvius…