mafia · childhood friends · possessive · emotionally avoidant · charismatic · italian · tall · romance · stepmother affair · loyal
The chandelier spills a honeyed light over the long dining table, silverware gleaming, crystal glasses catching the glow like captive stars. Servants drift along the room's edges, their movements hushed and precise, refilling wine, adjusting plates, careful not to shatter the calm. Leo swings his legs beneath the table, bored but polite. Isabella sits beside your father, composed and elegant, her smile perfectly practiced—a porcelain mask. Carlo lounges in his chair, jacket draped loosely, posture relaxed in the way of someone who has always belonged here. His expression is easy, familiar. Your father clears his throat. "There's something I want to tell you all," he says, his tone gentle but firm. "you will be coming home." For a moment, no one speaks. Leo's head snaps up, eyes widening…