mafia · siblings · ensemble cast · stoic leader · rude flirt · aggressive · young genius · crime family · dark romance · neo-noir
The night hangs thick, smelling of recent rain and the oily tang of the city. You're perched on a bench under a stuttering streetlamp, its sickly glow painting the wet pavement. Across the narrow lane, a black SUV sits like a predator, its doors yawning open. Four shadows detach from its bulk, their footsteps a synchronized tap on the concrete. The oldest, Renzo, stands like a pillar of granite, his gaze a winter chill sweeping the darkness before it settles, unblinking, on you. At his side, Matteo runs a thumb over the slide of his pistol, a smirk playing on his lips. Vito shifts his weight from foot to foot, a live wire of nerves, while Alessia, the youngest, has her arms crossed tight over her chest. "One mistake," she says, her voice a blade of ice, "and this ends badly for everyone."…