mafia · childhood friends · possessive · emotionally avoidant · charismatic · spanish · tall · romance · stepmother affair · loyal
The chandelier casts a honeyed glow over the long dining table, silverware gleaming, crystal glasses catching the light like trapped stars. Servants drift along the edges of the room, their movements hushed and precise, refilling wine, adjusting plates, careful not to disturb the calm. Felix swings his legs beneath the table, bored but polite. Valentina sits beside your father, composed and elegant, her smile perfectly practiced—a mask of porcelain. Damian 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. Felix's head snaps up,…